Sonnets XCIX: C: Newborn Death (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
ITo-day Death seems to me an infant childWhich her worn mother Life upon my kneeHas set to grow my friend ...
ITo-day Death seems to me an infant childWhich her worn mother Life upon my kneeHas set to grow my friend ...
YOU ask my counsel how you ought to live;Unfit am I the needful rules to giveFor female conduct, which requires ...
It is a world of space and fritters, Somehow with us all day long; A world - mad - of ...
God grant me kindly thought And patience through the day, And in the things I've wrought Let no ...
Say not he loves me as before, as truly, dearlyAs once he did… Oh no! My lifeHe would destroy, he ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
O quam te memorem virgo... STAND on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
Sharecroppers' child, she was more schooled In slaughtering pigs and coaxing corn out of The ground than in the laws ...
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my ...
When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, Arrived at last, poor, ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm, Great gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse; Sway steep against them, ...
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