Song 1 (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
"OH! bear me to the groves of palm, Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm! And when the noon-tide beams invade, ...
"OH! bear me to the groves of palm, Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm! And when the noon-tide beams invade, ...
"FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature's bounteous hand, Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores; Profusion laughs o'er all the glowing land, And ...
But, oh! the night—the cool, luxurious night,Which closes round us when the day grows dim,And the sun sinks from his ...
a nearby field provides the plants sometimes with a wild profusion (organisation seems a long way off) it takes an ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
His words were magic and his heart was true, And everywhere he wandered he was blessed. Out of all ancient ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
As often as he let himself be seen We pitied him, or scorned him, or deplored The inscrutable profusion of ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
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