Il Penseroso (John Milton Poems)
Hence, vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!How little you bestedOr fill the fixed mind with all your ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!How little you bestedOr fill the fixed mind with all your ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
1.One looks into the sun lawn, and the steep Curved slopes of hills, set sharp against the sky, With tufted woods encinctured, ...
On the unstained sward of the gentle slope, Full of valor and nerved by hope, The infantry sways like a ...
When I see,High on the tip-top twig of a tree, Something blue by the breezes stirred,But so far up that ...
Thou feathered happiness, come down to me, For I am sick with sorrow. If I sing My heart will darken ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan ...
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