To An Early Primrose (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!Whose modest form, so delicately fine,Was nursed in whirling stormsAnd cradled in the ...
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!Whose modest form, so delicately fine,Was nursed in whirling stormsAnd cradled in the ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
A sultry eve pursu'd a sultry day;Dark streaks of purple in the sky were seen,And shadows half conceal'd the lonely ...
Guarda mi las Vaccas Carillo, por tu fe,Besa mi Primero, Yo te las guardare.I Pre-thee keepe my Kine ...
(John. 20:17. My Father, and your Father, to my God, and your God)My shattered fancy stole away from me(Wits run ...
"I AND my cousin Wildair met And tossed a pot together;- Burnt sack it was that Molly brewed, ...
Winter has come; and tardily -- Now little nipping winds are rifeWhere laggard leaves, on many a tree, Still cling ...
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
UPON a garden's perfum'd bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought ...
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, ...
Alas! Beautiful Summer now hath fled, And the face of Nature doth seem dead, And the leaves are withered, and ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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