A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
This worldes madde maskerye I intende to disgrace Pluckeinge of the viser and the disguiseinge gere From this merye maskers soe as ...
Verwacht van mij geen klacht meer over 't leven,Gij die te laag staat voor mijn hooge haat,Gij die niet gist ...
Lief, ik kan niet om hem weenen Waar hij stil en eenzaam ligtIn het schoon doorzichtig steenen Masker van zijn aangezichtDat de ...
See, I have bent thee by thy saffron hair --O most strange masker--Towards my face, thy face so full of eyes --O ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
If it has been the misery of my fate To mix too closely with the knave and fool, In these ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Hidden by old age awhile In masker's cloak and hood, Each hating what the other loved, Face to face we ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
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