To A Young Lady, On Being Too Fond Of Music (Charles Lamb Poems)
Why is your mind thus all day long Upon your music set;Till reason's swallowed in a song, Or idle canzonet?I ...
Why is your mind thus all day long Upon your music set;Till reason's swallowed in a song, Or idle canzonet?I ...
I.This is the sweetness of an April day;The softness of the spring is on the faceOf the old year. She ...
"In Westertown a statue rules the square,The settler as the sculptor visioned him.Nor slender, nor yet massive; sinewy,Bearded, erect, broad ...
Merciful spirit! who thy bright throne above Hast left, to wander through this dismal earth With me, poor ...
The air is full of after-thunder freshness,And everything rejoices and revives.With the whole outburst of its purple clustersThe lilac drinks ...
A host of bloody centuries lie prone Upon the fields of Time--but still the wake Of Progress loud ...
The mountain he flew over did not want him,Loose with age, the shaggy cliffs looked downWhile webbed in fire the ...
Dear Lord, this sense of supernatural power, This stately mastery over earthly things, This plastic art that modulates and brings ...
As stands a statue on its pedestal, Amidst the storms of civil mutiny, With an unchanged and high serenity, Though ...
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
The dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship- This, all this beauty blooming, ...
Imagining the hands of the potter what delicate mastery his artistry to reveal the eyes of the potter if we ...
The Devil is a gentleman and askes you down to stay At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far ...
Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year You wear the morning like your dress And are ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
LO! Victress on the peaks! Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world, (The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired ...
They brought me ambrotypes Of the old pioneers to enlarge. And sometimes one sat for me- Some one who was ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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