Scenes (George Borrow Poems)
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
The women who went to the field, you say,The women who went to the field; and prayWhat did they go ...
We have boasted our courage in moments of ease,Our star-spangled banner we've flung on the breeze;We have taught men to ...
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone,But as the meaning of all things that are;A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afarSome ...
SWEET is life's crown of quiet; sweet is age, With tranquil days, unmarred by joy or dole, Void of desire, ...
Not I myself know all my love for thee:How should I reach so far, who cannot weighTo-morrow's dower by gage ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
By that he ended had his ghostly sermon, The fox was well induc'd to be a parson, And of the ...
GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Patience, little Heart. One day a heavy, June-hot woman Will enter and shut the door to stay. And when your ...
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