On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. ...
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This -- would be Poetry ...
The Pile of Years is not so high As when you came before But it is rising every Day From ...
High from the earth I heard a bird, He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then ...
Ashes denote that Fire was -- Revere the Grayest Pile For the Departed Creature's sake That hovered there awhile -- ...
A Planted Life -- diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles -- ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect ...
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
The host, he says that all is well And the fire-wood glow is bright; The food has a warm and ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Fallen pile! I ask not what has been thy fate; But when the winds, slow wafted from the main, Through ...
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
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