The Celebrated Woman – An Epistle By A Married Man (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
_FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE_1887. . . _Sunt hic sua praemia laudi_,_Sunt lacrimae rerum_ . . . As when the ...
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
(_Naples-on-the-Gulf_) On the green floor of the Gulf the wind is walking, Printing it with invisible feet; ...
HAIL! social bird, with ruddy breast,Thus early thou forsak'st thy rest;When first the morning twilight peeps,Thy little eye no longer ...
Say, Fanny, why has equal heaven, In every bounty good and wise, Perfection to your features given? Enchantment to your ...
The cuckoo's double noteLoosened like bubbles from a drowning throatFloats through the airIn mockery of pipit, lark and stare.The stable-boys ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
Printing the bulletins cleaning the rugs laying out the vestments the pouring of the cups Buying the bread typing the ...
The printing of the bulletins the cleaning of the rugs the laying out the vestments the pouring of the cups ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
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