Lines Written at Thorp Green (Anne Bronte Poem)
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
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