Dover To Munich (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
ILeave me; oh! leave me,Lest I find this low earth sweeter than the skies.Leave me lest I deem Faith's white ...
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad- Thine are no melancholy skies, ...
IWho would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a ...
Who would himself with shadows entertain,Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,Or nurse false hopes that do ...
Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless, Where passion is silent and hearts never crave; Where thought hath no ...
BROUGHT FROM SWITZERLAND. Flower of the mountain! by the wanderer's hand Robbed of thy beauty's short-lived sunny day; ...
I heard youth's silver clarion call to Fate, And looking forth beheld his flower-fair face, Framed in his ...
I see a fair young couple in a wood,And as they go, one bends to take a flower,That so may ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless ...
Spring comes on the World -- I sight the Aprils -- Hueless to me until thou come As, till the ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
"Who would himself with shadows entertain, Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain, Or nurse false hopes ...
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
'Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more Attractive attitudes! Dress by the right! The luminous rich colours that ...
He woke; the clank and racket of the train Kept time with angry throbbings in his brain. Then for a ...
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