HERE I sit with my paper. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
HERE I sit with my paper, my pen my ink,First of this thing, and that thing,and t'other thing think ;I ...
HERE I sit with my paper, my pen my ink,First of this thing, and that thing,and t'other thing think ;I ...
Ho! the car EmancipationRides majestic thro' our nation,Bearing on its train the story,Liberty! a nation's glory.Roll it along, thro' the ...
A CHRISTIAN! going, gone!Who bids for God's own image? for his grace,Which that poor victim of the market-placeHath in her ...
She came and stood in the Old South Church,A wonder and a sign,With a look the old-time sibyls wore,Half-crazed and ...
JUST God! and these are theyWho minister at thine altar, God of Right!Men who their hands with prayer and blessing ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil ...
Yes, Britain mourns, as with electric touch,For youth, for love, for happiness destroyed,Her universal population meltsIn grief spontaneous, and hard ...
POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre Startles the churches from their slumbers late, Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire ...
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round! Parents first season us: then schoolmasters Deliver us to ...
MORTALITY, behold and fear! What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap ...
CVIf thou art sinful, there are thousands then Who howl from pulpits, and make dreary night Of texts as barefaced ...
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose From his first love, no matter who she be. Oh, was ...
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws;-they send ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
OF Public Opinion; Of a calm and cool fiat, sooner or later, (How impassive! How certain and final!) Of the ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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