The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
TURN again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can'st thou break his ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and ...
Of the primeval Priests assum'd power, When Eternals spurn'd back his religion; And gave him a place in the north, ...
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