At Lenno (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
By Lake Como's sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermoreSeem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now ...
By Lake Como's sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermoreSeem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now ...
_On the Death of Master Frederic Thomson_.1810. --------In the first dawn of youth I much admireThe lively boy of ruddy countenance,Strong-built, ...
Your beauteous gift of lovely brilliant flowers,My dear young friend, has cheered my suffering hours,With loved charged telegrams from nature's ...
I first promise that in this home, Jehovah's loved and feared—His law so holy, just and good, Is constantly revered.No need that ...
I go as a ruleAt the coming of Yule,To a place where the sunshine's obtrusive ;At Hydros I'm found,Where dyspeptics ...
I am the refinement of sluggish Russian speech,Next to me other poets are primeval,I was the first to divert these ...
THE WIDOW'S TALE.To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,His only daughter, from her school in town;A tender, timid maid! ...
HAPPY the land, round which the ocean flows,Whose ebbing waves its fertile soil compose.The shepherd fearless leads his flocks to ...
I. WHAT song is this which on the water rings, Rousing the lonely post? — its flag ascends:Forth from the ...
The sumac's flaming scarlet on the edges o' the lake, An' the pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' ...
(BEING THE ONLY GENUINE SEQUEL TO "MAUD MULLER"Maud Muller all that summer dayRaked the meadow sweet with hay;Yet, looking down ...
"(IMPROMPTU.) How dare you say that still you love? In truth you'll move my rage, Or, likelier far, my scorn ...
I lay amid the wreck of a rude time, When men were rough as the huge beams they laid For ...
E—-A scorns to make her Audience weep,She's better bred,—composes them to sleep;L? Tendre—Virtue—load the wearied Page,'Tis a-la-mode P?ri—no buskin Rage—Not ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
I rose to ask a question feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease like Bob Cratchett asking for coal or ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the ...
1 I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is finally right. 2 I say nourish a ...
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear ...
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