Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
"WHA is that at my bower-door?" "O wha is it but Findlay!" "Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:" ...
SWEET naïveté of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Not to thee, but thanks to Nature, Thou art acting but thyself. ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
HERE Stuarts once in glory reigned, And laws for Scotland's weal ordained; But now unroof'd their palace stands, Their sceptre's ...
HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, And a green grassy hillock hides his head; Alas! alas! a ...
HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam'd? Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd? Free and Equal indeed, while ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
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