Bianca’s Dream – A Venetian Story (Thomas Hood Poems)
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Vitus came tripping over the grassWhen all the leaves in the trees were green,Through the green meadows he did passOn ...
First my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought to ...
TO VARUSFirst my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought ...
The ceremony must be foundthat will wed Desdemona to the huge Moor.It is not enoughto win the approval of the ...
If ever we see those gardens again,The summer will be gone-at least our summer.Some other mockingbird will concertizeAmong the mulberries, ...
The sun rises in south east corner of thingsTo look on the tall house of the ShinFor they have a ...
Mulberries drop; tart purple rots to wine.Plump sparrows celebrate and gorge like swine.Perhaps their revelry should be delayedSince cats appreciate ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
A rich and lovely country wide unrolled,A fair face by me, heavens where white clouds sail,Why does my heart forever ...
You were a vintage year, proud '44-The grapes of Teheran-Paris and Rome—The conquered ocean and the captured shore-Robbers in rout, ...
I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can't get enough of the trees-- ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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