Duns Scotus’s Oxford (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems)
Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded; The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town ...
Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded; The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, And oft such daring valour showed ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
It was not necessary to study the language of a strange country; anyway, it would be of no help. It ...
I would not even ask my heart to say If I could love some other land as well As thee, ...
The melancholy gift Aurora gained From Jove, that her sad lover should not see The face of death, no goddess ...
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean ...
Her -- "last Poems" -- Poets -- ended -- Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue -- Not on Record ...
Our lives are Swiss -- So still -- so Cool -- Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
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