Sonnet. Oh no!-I will not give my heart to thee (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
Oh no!-I will not give my heart to thee, Cold, mocking world!-I still would wish to be Apart from thy ...
Oh no!-I will not give my heart to thee, Cold, mocking world!-I still would wish to be Apart from thy ...
Dost thou do well, dear idol of my heart!To thrall me in the meshes of thy charms,To fill my constant ...
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet,Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet?For whom do you ...
If you loved me I could trust you to your fancy's furthest boundWhile the sun shone and the wind blew, ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly ...
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet? For whom ...
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the forest bare, Then dressed it in his spotless ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
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