The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
A Priestly--War I sing, and bloodless Field,And pious Chiefs, in Paper Warfare skill'd;Chiefs, that full oft have quarrell'd for their ...
Away thou fondling motley humorist,Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,Consorted with these few bookes, let me lyeIn prison, ...
HE'S acruisin' in a pearler with a dirty nigger crew,Abuyin' pearls and copra for a stingy Spanish Jew,And his face ...
A BARD, unlike the bards of yore,Who drew from Aganippe's well,Inspiring draughts of poesy,As their harmonious numbers tell;Unlike the Roman ...
Good now be still, and doe not me torment,With multituds of questions, be at rest,And onely let me quarrell with ...
FOR knighthood is not in the feats of warre,As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,But in a cause ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
Lord, let the Angels praise thy name.Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing, Folly and Sinne ...
To My Grandson William, on his Repeating to me most perfectly and accurately my Poem, The Fall of Needwood, which ...
Forth from my sad and darksome cell, Or from the deepe abysse of hell,Mad Tom is come into the world ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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