Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. – Canto I. (Matthew Prior Poems)
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
"I am a Pebble! and yield to none!"Were swelling words of a tiny stone,"Nor time nor season can alter me;I ...
No! those days are gone away,And their hours are old and gray,And their minutes buried allUnder the down-trodden pallOf the ...
A dusty sunset in a smoky sky,and soldiers idling over the dry terrain."Stop here—they're somewhere out by Harbonni(John Allan Wyeth)
The spacious open vale, the vale of doom,Is full of autumn sunset; blue and strongThe semicirque of water sweeps amongHer ...
The spacious open vale, the vale of doom,Is full of autumn sunset; blue and strongThe semicirque of water sweeps amongHer ...
The courtly serenaders, The beauteous listeners,Sit idling 'neath the branches A balmy zephyr stirs.It's Tircis and Aminta, Clitandre,—ever there!—Damis, of melting sonnets To many ...
Like a lizard in the sun, though not scuttlingWhen men approach, this wretch, this thing of rage,Scowls and sits rhyming ...
JOHN, as he came, so went away, Consuming capital and pay, Holding superfluous riches cheap;The trick of spending time he knew,Dividing it ...
I see a little group about my chair, Lovers of stories all! First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
Alas! his praise I cannot write,Nor paint him true for other eyes;For only in love's blessed lightCould you have known ...
EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing, For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot; ...
IF I might save from out the wreck of years Some loveliest moment to eternalise, I would not seek it ...
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
JOHN, as he came, so went away, Consuming capital and pay, Holding superfluous riches cheap; The trick of spending time ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Each night he stands before the kitchen island, begins again from scratch: chocolate, cinnamon, nutmeg, he beats, he folds; keeps ...
Xhosa women in clothes too light for the weather have brought wild flowers and sit sloped along the Claremont road. ...
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