For The Briar-Rose (William Morris Poems)
The Briarwood.The fateful slumber floats and flowsAbout the tangle of the rose;But lo! the fated hand and heartTo rend the ...
The Briarwood.The fateful slumber floats and flowsAbout the tangle of the rose;But lo! the fated hand and heartTo rend the ...
Crabbed Age and YouthCannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,Age is full of care;Youth like summer morn,Age like winter weather;Youth ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmedWith letters. Once, each stood for all things dearTo foolish lovers, dead ...
AND you could leave me now--After the first remembered whispered vowWhich sings for ever and ever in my ears--The vow ...
Sing me the men ere thisWho, to the gate that isA cloven pearl uprapt,The big white bars betweenWith dying eyes ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me, ...
Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far: And who am I to be straitened in a little ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue, Expressing all thy mothers powrefull art: with which she wonts to ...
THe glorious portraict of that Angels face, Made to amaze weake mens confused skil: and this worlds worthlesse glory to ...
WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time, The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to ...
WAs it the worke of nature or of Art? which tempred so the feature of her face: that pride and ...
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