The Poet (Mark Akenside Poems)
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
Clearing in the forest,In the wild Kentucky forest,And the stars, wintry stars strewn above!O Night that is the starriestSince Earth ...
On Bancroft height Aurora's face Shines brighter than a star, As stepping forth in dewy grace, The gates of day unbar; And lo! the ...
I do not know why I was born into this world,I do not ask why I shall die.When I was ...
Where the bullrushes grow ranker(Oh, the long green spears a-gleam!)There the punt shall rock at anchorIn the stream;By the weir's ...
TWIST the milled knob, fingers. Send needle-antennaFrom Hilversum to Rome, Rome to Vienna,Groping for music. Any kind will do:The Moonlight ...
Slow sinks the glimmering beam from western sky,The woods and hills obscur'd by Evening greyVanish from mortal sight, and fade ...
The rain has ceased, the weeping treesScarce turn a leaf to face the breeze,Still, through the solemn peace there fallsA ...
Killdee! Killdee! far o'er the leaAt twilight comes the cry.Killdee! a marsh-mate answerethAcross the shallow sky.Killdee! Killdee! thrills over meA ...
I'd fain instruct you, pretty Bell,How you most others might excel;The Lesson's short, and mighty easy,I scorn with long Harangues ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
… Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het'rogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager ...
Wherever I wander, my spirit still dwells,In the silvery San Juan with its streamlet and dells;Whose mountainous summits, so rugged ...
1 Tho' thou hast ne'er unpent thy pain's delight Upon these airs, bird of the poet's love, ...
The landscape now reveals a change;A stair--that twin?d elm-boughs holdEnclosed 'mid hedges mystic, strange--Inaugurates a green and goldVision of gardens, ...
Take the harp, nor longer leave itSighing on the willow tree;Pass thy gentle fingers o'er it,And awake its melody;The streams ...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
Lord, let me live, that more and more Your wonder world I may adore; With every dawn to grow and ...
Resign the rhapsody, the dream, To men of larger reach; Be ours the quest of a plain theme, The piety ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness might A visible ...
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