The Nuptials Of Attila (George Meredith Poems)
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch.My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their ...
One idle hour she sought to see Whose image 'twas he cherished so(All fondly certain whose 'twould be), And found ...
Young Reader!-for most surely to the old These loose, uneven thinkings can but seem Unlifelike and unreal as a dream,- ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I Earlier or you fail at our ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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