The Princess (part 5) (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
The dull world clamors at my feet And asks my hand and helping sweet; And wonders when the time shall ...
The world is filled with bustle and with selfishness and greed,It is filled with restless people that are dreaming of ...
IT should be yours, if I could build The quaint old dwelling I desire, With books and pictures bravely filled ...
648Promise This-When You be Dying-Some shall summon Me-Mine belong Your latest Sighing-Mine-to Belt Your Eye-Not with Coins-though they be MintedFrom ...
Sweetly solemn see them stand, Spinning churns on either hand, Neatly capped and aproned white Airy fairy dairy sight. Jersey ...
He had been cursed, like Midas,With the golden touch. Where his hand restedWas minted metal and its accumulation,Scoffing essayed control ...
"THOUGH Winter come with dripping skies, And laden winds and strong, Yet I 'll read summer in her eyes ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light ...
The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate Of minted Holiness. (Emily Dickinson)
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Some shall summon Me -- Mine belong Your latest Sighing -- Mine ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
Since I have come to years sedate I see with more and more acumen The bitter irony of Fate, The ...
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
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