The Thunderstorm (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
DEEP, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky, Dead stillness reigns in air, There is not e'en a breeze, on high The ...
DEEP, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky, Dead stillness reigns in air, There is not e'en a breeze, on high The ...
OH! Lindorf! oh, Lindorf! for ever adieu! Thy heart beats no longer tumultuous for me,Fair Laura has robb'd me ...
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of ...
Popular Song of Kafiristan.Your eyes are black like water-melon pips,Your lips are red like the red flesh of water-melons,Your loins ...
In the palace garden-closeMany a flower buds and blows, —Many a lily, ne'er a rose;And, when on the purple fellsHum ...
I flung a wild rose into the sea, I know not why. For swinging there on a ...
Mischievous rose from the rose-tree swaying, Can I not bind thee nor hold thee? Can I not weave thee nor ...
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,And said: "The rose-tree and the apple-treeHave fruits to vaunt or flowers to ...
The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it growsInto the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;The ...
Somewhere a pine is green, Just where who knoweth, And in a garth unseen A rose-tree bloweth. These are ordained ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree. ...
A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said "I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree", ...
An incident from the `Historia mei Temporis' of the Abbe Michel de Bourdeille Said lady once to lover, 'None can ...
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl With pale ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart; In a softer bed ...
Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands, Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy ...
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
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