The Lay Of The Bell (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
ALL the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod, Are the people eternally seeking for the ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,And last with stateliest rhyme.No tender Dryad ...
Through the valleys, softly creeping 'Mid the tree-tops, tempest-tossed, see the cloud-forms seeking, peeping For the loved ones that are ...
I.One do I see and twelve; but second thereMethinks I know thee, thou beloved one;Not from thy nobler port, for ...
When from our ships we bounded,I heard, with fear astounded,The storm of Thorgerd's waking,From Northern vapours breaking;With flinty masses blended,Gigantic ...
ALACK-A-DAY for poverty! What jewels my mind doth give to thee! Carved agate stone porphyrogene, Green emerald and beryl green, ...
One with his fervor shall informThe world, and one with all his sorrow:One sees a glad, unsetting morrow,One hears the ...
Black on the depths of blackest skies whence even the levin seems withdrawn, the cities threaten: burning eyes ask what ...
1899 Now, this is the cup the White Men drink When they go to right a wrong, And that is ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Whether science or theology definitely a beginning a moment of darkness pierced by amazing light a moment of creation everything ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, ...
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, ...
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that's vainer than the plash Of these wave-whimsies on the shore: "Give us ...
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