Epistle From Mrs. Yonge To Her Husband (Mary Wortley Montagu Poems)
Think not this paper comes with vain pretenseTo move your pity, or to mourn th'offense.Too well I know that hard ...
Think not this paper comes with vain pretenseTo move your pity, or to mourn th'offense.Too well I know that hard ...
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
OH Death! insatiate archer! why on mePour forth thy vengeance with a shaft so keen?Why was no other victim mark'd ...
By the green waters oil The air circles the wild flower; the men Skirt along the skyscraper street and carry weights Heavier than ...
A SYLPH, my dear aunt, is the gift which I send,In the hope it will warm , and comfort my ...
It is the same Decemberas your death.You don't remember…Once again that streetat both ends isshrouded in mist;no one else passesby, ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-'Androm'.'Eiros'.Why do you call me Eiros?'Charmion'.So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
Fall'n was the House of Giafar; and its name,The high romantic name of Barmecide,A sound forbidden on its own bright ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
There was music on the midnight;From a royal fane it roll'd,And a mighty bell, each pause between,Sternly and slowly toll'd.Strange ...
A is an Angel of blushing eighteen:B is the Ball where the Angel was seen:C is her Chaperone, who cheated ...
The desert's glazed with the moonlight glowAll the stars are out for this fateful showAnd the men string out in ...
The heat sticks closely to the gun and to the hand.It pricks the eyes. Nothing remained forgotten.The troops stepped, half ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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