Solitude (John Anster Poems)
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
LINES, Inscribed to an amiable, and affectionate Mother, upon the Death of her eldest Son, who fell a victim to ...
Lines, Inscribed to an amiable, and affectionate Mother, upon the Death of her eldest Son, who fell a victim to ...
Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathersand mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,and though I am a ...
Strange, is it not, beloved, that even as I lay my cheek to thine,Even as my eyes behold thine, even ...
When life's fair dream has passed awayTo three score years and ten,Before we turn again to clayThe lot of mortal ...
Everything is full of youand I am full of everything:the cities are full,and the cemeteries are full,you, with all the ...
Oh, mankind is my harp!I know the music of souls.I with my hands may stroke the harp,Thereby setting up music, ...
What futile things are words!But dust of the Desert of Thought,Blown willy-nilly;And he who would enslave them,Marking indelibly the pith ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
What anguish rankled 'neath that silent breast? What spectral figures mocked those staring eyes, Luring them on to Stygian mysteries?What ...
Behold the undergraduate -- A most amusing fellowIn all his jesting up-to-date --His sense of humor is so great, His ...
TO THE LATE REV. JAMES POINDEXTER. Weep not! He is not dead- 'Though sepulchered, the tenement of clay, The severance ...
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
A richer story, a richer life carrying more, of the word of God words written indelibly, engraved on my mind, ...
That troubled land, torn and split knowing war, strife, too long Escape through there, to a land once of oppression, ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
As we slide into the 3rd world we have created, running from hurricanes, with our SS# indelibly inked on our ...
We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned Under the wayside maple and walked on, Into the dark, as we ...
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