To a Friend (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; To busy phantasies, and ...
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; To busy phantasies, and ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
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