A Reminiscence (Anne Bronte Poem)
YES, thou art gone ! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ; But I may pass the ...
YES, thou art gone ! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ; But I may pass the ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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