Hero And Leander. The Third Sestiad (George Chapman Poems)
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
A LEGENDIN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams, Where bulrushes ...
MASTERED by desire impulsive,By a mighty inward urging,I am ready now for singing,Ready to begin the chantingOf our nation's ancient ...
The summer season at Tyne DockHoisted my boyhood in a craneAbove the shaggy mining town,Above the slaghills and the rocks,Above ...
The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years ...
In a clear brooklet in happy hasteThe impulsive trout dashed past like an arrow.I stood on the bank and watch ...
By feathers green, across Casbeen The pilgrims track the Phoenix flown,By gems he strew'd in waste and wood, And jewell'd ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
At his incipient sun The ice of twenty winters broke, Crackling, in her eyes. Her mirroring, still mind, That held ...
A restless people, days into their wilderness journey already finding fault, bickering, forgetting their saving bitter waters, in their desert ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before the winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached ...
Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport ...
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