Death (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and ...
Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From beds where ...
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you ...
Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands ...
If hours be years the twain are blest, For now they solace swift desire By bonds of every bond the ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
The Dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the Grass, And Winter instantly becomes An infinite Alas -- The tube uplifts a signal ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
It came at last but prompter Death Had occupied the House -- His pallid Furniture arranged And his metallic Peace ...
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last -- It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels' ... you are beyond all ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
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