How beautiful the Earth is still (Emily Jane Bronte Poems)
How beautiful the Earth is stillTo thee-how full of Happiness;How little fraught with real illOr shadowy phantoms of distress;How Spring ...
How beautiful the Earth is stillTo thee-how full of Happiness;How little fraught with real illOr shadowy phantoms of distress;How Spring ...
Now, children, in this lesson of a rather novel sortLet us dwell, however briefly, on the moral phase of sport, ...
I DIDN'T hate him, not a bitAs from your beer just off the brimYou'd spill a midge and stamp on ...
A record of my pain and of your praise Will this be to Slovenes as yet unborn, When moss shall ...
OF love that was, of friendship in the daysOf youth long gone, yet oft remembered still,And seen like distant landscapes ...
Nobody in the widow's household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not admit I cared ...
The clay of the Son God, Emmanuel fired in God's light hardened on the mountaintop Prepared for his journey the ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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