A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – February (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task,Her ...
Today I'm cruel, frenetic, demanding;I can not even tolerate the most bizarre books.Incredible! I've already smoked three packets of cigarettes ...
A map of every country known,With not a foot to call his own.A list of folks that kicked a dustOn ...
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,And because I have small mind to sitDay long, long day ...
Dear Sir of late delighted with the sightOf your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,Of fairer Dames the Sun, ...
I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,Enduring long. At length the ...
Satan, avaunt!Nay, take thine hour,Thou canst not daunt,Thou hast no power;Be welcome to thy nest,Though it be in my breast.Burrow ...
Lvld in an heauenly Charme of pleasing passions,Many their well thewd rimes doe fayre attemperVnto their amours, while another fashionsLoue ...
Some act of Love's bound to reherse,I thought to bind him, in my verse:Which when he felt, Away (quoth he)Can ...
to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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