Bianca’s Dream – A Venetian Story (Thomas Hood Poems)
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
LANGUAGE is slow. The mastery of wantsDoth teach it to the infant, drop by drop,As brooklets gather.Years of studious toilUnfold ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.I look up our southern neighbor. But ...
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BEDCHAMBERWHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, ...
At three in the morning I used to be sleeping an untroubledsleep in my bed.But lately at three in the ...
How strange is the day, how strange!About me surge the waves, the torrentsOf man's hunger for knowledge,And he who would ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S LAMENT.This the time to sing of Ahti,Son of Lempo, Kaukomieli,Also known as Lemminkainen.Ahti was the king of islands,Grew amid ...
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
The night proceeds and dwindlingPrepares the day's rebirth.An airman is ascendingAbove the sleeping earth.And almost disappearingIn cloud, a tiny spark,He ...
Good Reader yeld thy listing earelet hart and minde be prest,For thinges right wondrous thou shalt heareand learne to choose ...
Oh! river, gently as a wayward child,I saw thee'mid the moonlight hills at rest,Capricious thing, with thine own beauty wild,How ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
After the burial we returned to our units and assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture and not ...
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...
After the burial we returned to our units and assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture and not ...
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As ...
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