Du Bartas, His Divine Weeks and Works (excerpt) (Joshua Sylvester Poems)
…But ev'n as many (or more) quarrels cumberTh' old heathen schools about the heavens' number.One holds but one; making the ...
…But ev'n as many (or more) quarrels cumberTh' old heathen schools about the heavens' number.One holds but one; making the ...
Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts, shaking your wings in falling waters!Have you no fear ...
HOW is the world of Summer's splendours shorn!The rose has had its day; from weald and woldPast is the blossom-pomp, ...
Give me a golden pen, and let me leanOn heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;Bring me a tablet whiter ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
IO angels! will ye never sweep the drifts from my door?Will ye never wipe the gathering rust from the hinges?How ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
Henry was every morning fedWith a full mess of milk and bread.One day the boy his breakfast took,And eat it ...
Of double depth they made her grave, And covered it with massive stone,And there, where silvery birches wave, They left ...
OH! I admit I'm dull and poor, And plain and gloomy, as you tell me; And dozens flock ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;White is their colour; and behold my head. ...
June No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down ...
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
(i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due ...
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