Winter-Night Meditations (Patrick Branwell Bronte Poems)
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high?The ...
If on the waters you shall cast your breadit is not lost, but if your pearles you throwVnto these swine, ...
After a long journey we awokein the cathedral's cloisters, where men slepton the bare floor.There were no buses in those ...
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in ...
THE poets have made Autumn sorrowful;I find her joyous, radiant, serene.Her pomp is hung in a deep azure skyThat turns ...
May you find help from action figures I keep.May you find them in the top drawerAnd bring them out while ...
Coelo Musa beat.Hor. Carm. Lib. 4. Od. 8.—Nec meus audetRem tentare pudor, quam Vires serre recusent.Hor. Ep. 1. Lib. 2.I ...
I There is a man of fifty-four years; He has dyspepsia, it appears; He chooses his food carefully, He pays ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
At our table, gathering, Luke searching the scriptures, the lessons for a recipe for a life, lived in piety blending ...
A foamy cure for a garden crisis a rose bush, individual buds encased in a moving mass a living second ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
The heart and service to you proffer'd With right good will full honestly, Refuse it not, since it is offer'd, ...
THOU orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon! Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand, The sibilant near sea ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
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