The Highway To Fame (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
The great Lars Andersonicus, Who dwelleth in the South,Who hath the front of Grecian Jove And the heavy bearded mouth,He ...
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
From the village of Leslie, with a heart full of glee, And my pack on my shoulders, I rambled ...
On a lone sequestered mead,Where silver-streamlets flow,I saw a rose and lily twine,And in love and beauty grow;Again to that ...
O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart For those who darkened be, Lift up thy holy ...
Whence, O my soul! and wherefore, art thou come?Mysterious inmost! tell me what art thou?Where in the by-gone ages was ...
Eighteen; and Life had shewn him all she hathOf hate and bitterness and carking care;Brimming the chalice with the dread ...
"AS doth his heart who travels far from home Leap up whenever he by chance doth see One from his ...
Do you think of me, as the days go by,As Time, with his rude relentless tie,Draws closer the veil o'er ...
By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue Towards her door I went, And sunset on her window-panes Reflected our intent. The creeper ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
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