Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow ; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And ...
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow ; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
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