The Poison-Flower (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
IN the evergreen shade of an Austral wood,Where the long branches laced above,Through which all day it seemedThe sweet sunbeams ...
IN the evergreen shade of an Austral wood,Where the long branches laced above,Through which all day it seemedThe sweet sunbeams ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:And, pressing a troop unable to stoopAnd see the rogues ...
Their labours are ended, their duty is o'er,The sorrows of life shall disturb them no more!No longer the damps of ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
Resplendent as on that great morn he rose, When, from the inmost depth of heaven's immense, The bright eternal solitude ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange—you ...
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
Crowds! Crowds! Crowds! Suddenly here as if come from the clouds That faded away as they came; Mad ...
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed; By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed; By foreign hands thy humble ...
HE left his home with a bounding heart, For the world was all before him; And he felt it ...
These castles heaped in shattered piles once gracedAnd guarded you, Crimea, thankless land!Today like giant skulls set high they standAnd ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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