A Reading Of Life–The Test Of Manhood (George Meredith Poems)
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,So quiet it seems after ...
Where hath not a woman stood, Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne By an o'er mastering current! ...
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign ...
The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling ...
Best way to read a book I knowIs get a lad of six or so,And curl him up upon my ...
MADAM, you bade me act a part, A comedy of your devising-- Forbade me to consult my heart, ...
One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-playerEven where my lady and I lay all alone;Saying: "Behold, this minstrel is unknown;Bid him ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend, Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth Wane, and no ...
I never asked you to be perfect-did I?- Though often I've called you sweet, in the invasion Of mastering love. ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
'In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen The sumptuously-feathered angel pierce Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked he fierce, Showing ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories