Ave! (An Ode for the Shelley Centenary, 1892) (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
One winter eve, at twilight, when the sound Of sorrowful winds scarce troubled Nature's rest, As she lay sleeping, ...
I WILL arise and go unto my Father,Alas! and when I throw me at his feet,What can I say?,The Prodigal ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
First Entry - 1832.WITH eager hand I ope' the book,And on a smooth, white series look,Of shrines for thoughts of ...
Boswell by my bed, Tolstoy on my table; Thought the world has bled For four and a half years, And ...
My son finds occupationin almost nothing, in everything:my soapy penitential toothpaste,his mother's loosened hairorts, containers, useless things;watches as I peeas ...
Like a white fungus, a lump of wind coversThe green corpse of the lost world.Frozen rivers form an iron damWhich ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Beloved, this the heart I offer thee Is purified from old idolatry, From outworn hopes, and from the lingering stain ...
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