Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796 (Charles Lamb Poems)
Was it so hard a thing? I did but askA fleeting holiday, a little week.What if the jaded steer who ...
Was it so hard a thing? I did but askA fleeting holiday, a little week.What if the jaded steer who ...
Then give me a hut in my own native land,Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;With ...
Riviere du Lac de la Pluie.WELL hast thou earn'd the title, goodly stream, Thou borrowest from thy parent Lake of ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides. ON this lone island, whose unfruitful breastFeeds ...
The soft blue touch of turquoise, crystal clear,Curves o'er white hills and rivers' frozen flow,Draped in a virgin robe of ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Moon, how definite its orb! Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze-- 'Tis there indeed,--but where is it ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and ...
Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You ...
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