Reforming Oneself (Max Ehrmann Poems)
It has been raining again. I have been indoors, meditating on the shortcomings of life.I wish there were more kindly ...
It has been raining again. I have been indoors, meditating on the shortcomings of life.I wish there were more kindly ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
I There is a man of fifty-four years; He has dyspepsia, it appears; He chooses his food carefully, He pays ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far ...
Of Gonnehem it shall be said That we arrived there late and worn With marching, and were given a bed ...
Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineageI lifted up my eyes and beheld the bitter purple willows growing round the ...
When Macaulay found BroughamSitting on a tomb,He told his anxious friendHe was meditating on his latter end.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
As the day gave way to night sitting silently, each one in the darkened sanctuary prayerful, meditating letting the world ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work devolved upon me and fed up with it, I ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
If the year is meditating a suitable gift, I should like it to be the attitude of my great- great- ...
O ME, man of slack faith so long! Standing aloof-denying portions so long; Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth; ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every ...
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