Mild the mist upon the hill (Emily Bronte Poem)
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true. Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea. On gods ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
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