Night In The Old Home (Thomas Hardy Poem)
When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me, And from ...
When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me, And from ...
THE INDIFFERENT. COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one! Dances a feast-day like this may well ...
THE MAIDEN. I'VE seen him before me! What rapture steals o'er me! Oh heavenly sight! He's coming to meet me; ...
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green: She had ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
Baby waits alone in sandy shallows lying, - wretchedly crying Dam marooned at sea aware her calf is dying precious ...
AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
DID you ask dulcet rhymes from me? Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes? Did you find what ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
LOng languishing in double malady, of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie With her fair ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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