In Memory of a Happy Day in February (Anne Bronte Poem)
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Of all the gods that gave me all their glories To-day there deigns to walk with me but one. I ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
We sat down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day When our foe, in the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once. â?"What happen then, Mr Bones? if be you cares ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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