Sorrow And Joys (George Meredith Poems)
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
I saw it in my evening walkA little lonely flower —Under a hollow bank it grewDeep in a mossy bower.An ...
EYES with the same blue witchery as thoseOf Psyche, which caught Love in his own wiles;Lips of the breath and ...
A haunted town thou art to me.— Andrew LangTo-day in Florence all the airIs soft with spring, with sunlight fair;In ...
WHEN some sweet voice flows forth in foreign speech, The soul shines through the words, and makes them clear, And ...
Was that the landmark? What,-the foolish wellWhose wave, low down, I did not stoop to drink,But sat and flung the ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
When all the world would keep a matter hid, Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd, Men write in ...
I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Let ancient stories round the painter's art, Who stole from many a maid his Venus' charms, Till warm devotion fired ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
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