To A Friend (John Pierpont Poems)
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
If proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame,Funereal pomp the scanty tear supplies;Whilst heralds loud, with venal voice, proclaim,Lo! here the ...
Unhewn in quarry lay the Parian stone, Ere hands, god-guided, of PraxitelesMight shape the Cnidian Venus. Long ungrown The ivory was which, ...
O LAURA ! when in philosophic dreamOn thee I thought, thou to my mind didst seemEven some disembodied spirit bright,Clothed ...
So sung the poet in a humble strain,With empty pockets, and a head in pain,Where the soft clime inclin'd the ...
When in this room I turn in pondering paceAnd find thine eyes upon me where I stand,Led on, as by ...
RESENTMENT.Females there are of unsuspicious mind,Easy and soft and credulous and kind;Who, when offended for the twentieth time,Will hear the ...
By love are blest the gods on high,Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given;'Tis love that ...
On what sweet shore the blue AEgean laves, Where loveliness is wedded to decay, -- Beauty to desolation, -- 'mid ...
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me, With all thy magic phantasy,—With all the thoughts that joy or grieve ...
Translated From The German of Schiller.AH faithless! canst thou thus desert me, With all fair thoughts and fancies gay, With ...
ITHE LOST MAGIC WHITE in her snowy stone, and cold, With azure veins and shining arms, Pygmalion doth his bride ...
A moment's grace, Pygmalion! Let me beA breath's space longer on this hither handOf fate too sweet, too sad, too ...
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
ON SEEING THE BUST OF THE YOUNG PRINCESS DE MONTFORT(In the studio of Bartolini, at Florence).SWEET marble I didst thou ...
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me, With all thy magic phantasy,-- With all the thoughts that joy or ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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