One Day (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Now that I know How passion warms little Of flesh in the mould, And treasure is brittle,-- I'll lie here ...
This faint resemblance of thy charms, (Though strong as mortal art could give,) My constant heart of fear disarms, Revives ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 ...
O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane with violent travel & death: consider me in my cast, your first son. ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have ...
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