The Sorrows Of Memory (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN vain to me the howling deepStern Winter's awful reign discloses:In vain shall Summer zephyrs sleepOn fragrant beds of budding ...
IN vain to me the howling deepStern Winter's awful reign discloses:In vain shall Summer zephyrs sleepOn fragrant beds of budding ...
"Sup up thi gill, owd Peter Prime, Tha'st have a pint wi' me;It's worth a bob at onny time To have a ...
Love--love--love--love,--A tiny hand in a tiny glove;A witching smile that means,--well,--well,Whether little or much its hard to tell.A tiny foot ...
My brothers,Forgive me if I'm unable to sayhonestly and straightforwardlyall that I would like to say to youI'm drunk, my ...
O'er thy lone beauty, sweet Birkhill,Sad, brooding memory hovers still;Within, without, the sylvan cot,Ah! long unseen, but ne'er forgot.The fair-haired ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
THE WIDOW'S TALE.To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,His only daughter, from her school in town;A tender, timid maid! ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard! Two months agone the great work was begun,And ev'ry eventide I labored ...
Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings,leader beloved, and long he ruledin fame with all folk, since his ...
Last sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,Are you a drift Sargasso, where the WestIn halcyon calm rebuilds her fatal ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
A story many of us can ably attest praising for the ones, the women in our lives not the ideal, ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
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