To the Ideal. Prefatory Poem to The Pilgrims of the Rhine (Edward George Bulwer-Lytton Poems)
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.DON TOMMASO.If he still ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
Fold it up carefully, lay it aside;Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride;For dear to our hearts must it ...
Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howland cried again: "Our damaged branches ache!Your pillage maims me! Can't you ...
'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had beentorn up by the roots.'When I presage the time shall ...
From the Modern Persian._The greater and the lesser ills:_ He waved his grey hand wearily Back to the anger of ...
Yarrawonga by herselfLived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer's wife. Far remote from modern strifeDrowsily beside her ...
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleepbloods clot the patches where they oozed rusts crumblefleshes slime sucking lusts around decay. ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
Behind the cabin, age and mothballs a smell I will not forget of a cabin, a retreat, of another time ...
The rusted old barbed wire oozed into the flesh of the young pine becoming one with the living skin lost ...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today -- So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away -- Oozed ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
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