Sonnet XIX: Silent Noon (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:Your eyes smile peace. The pasture ...
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:Your eyes smile peace. The pasture ...
Love sat at ease upon Time's bony knee; Pulled his grey beard; paddled his finger-tips Among his wrinkles; smote his ...
The hour-glass speeds its final sands, In splendor sinks the golden sun, So men must yield to death's demands ...
Here is one picture of the human world: An unreaped field and Death, the harvester, Taking his rest ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Time was upon The wing, to fly away; And I call'd on Him but awhile to stay; But he'd be ...
That hour-glass which there you see With water fill'd, sirs, credit me, The humour was, as I have read, But ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
For Jeremy Reed Rejection doesn't lead me to dejection But to inspiration via irritation Or at least to a bit ...
From the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile ...
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
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