Inspiration (Henry David Thoreau Poems)
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us;The work we choose should be our own, God leaves alone.If with light ...
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us;The work we choose should be our own, God leaves alone.If with light ...
POLLIOMuses of Sicily, essay we nowA somewhat loftier task! Not all men loveCoppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,Woods worthy ...
POLLIOMuses of Sicily, essay we nowA somewhat loftier task! Not all men loveCoppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,Woods worthy ...
'Tis beautiful indeed--thro' parted boughsTo see the moving clouds darken the sky,To mark their many--shifting forms, and tints,As slow they ...
"I do well to be angry, even unto death."—Jonah iv. 9."I do well to be angry, even unto death,"To denounce, ...
Prithee, dear Nick, thy wicked Life amend,And take the Counsel of thy nearest Friend:No more, presumptuous Boy, with impious airs,Prefer ...
Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;Drums and trumpets, singing, firing;Girls seducing, beaux admiring;Country lasses gay and smiling,City lads ...
Ladies! (I hope there's none behind to hear)I long to whisper something in your ear:A secret, which does much my ...
A Thyrsus grove it seem'd, of standing spears Wildly festoon'd with gadding wreaths of green;Yet, not as if old Bacchus and ...
AROUND my porch and lowly casement spread; The myrtle never-sear, and gadding vine, With fragrant sweet-briar love to intertwine; And in my garden's ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his way,Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,And though his path through thorns ...
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God leaves ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May, And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour, When ev'ry spangled leaf look'd gay, ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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