Reverie Of Ormuz The Persian (Laurence Hope Poems)
Softly the feathery Palm-trees fade in the violet Distance,Faintly the lingering light touches the edge of the sea,Sadly the Music ...
Softly the feathery Palm-trees fade in the violet Distance,Faintly the lingering light touches the edge of the sea,Sadly the Music ...
"The Song of the Shirt,"— O heart-stirring hymn How sternly and terribly trueThe portrait of misery, ghastly and grim, That Bard of ...
TOIL-WORN upon their wavy sea,With empty nets and wasted store,The fishermen of GalileeAre steering cheerless to the shore.But lo! upon ...
Time has dried up the sea,Swept the white clouds from the skyAnd washed out the heavens' infinite blue.Before my jaded ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Ladies and gentlemen: I take this opportunityTo introduce myself and mention that, much as we may deplore the fact, we ...
So held this king to the customs old,that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,the meed of my ...
One of us in the compartment staresOut of his window the whole day longWith attentive mein, as if he knows,There ...
I don't know what's come to the summer In these dull and decadent years;But a fellow grows glummer and glummer ...
Jefferson Davis: 1808-1889No more the white refulgent streets.Never the dry hollows of the mindShall he in fine courtesy walkAgain, for ...
EXCERPT] ... O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
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