The Dolefull Lay of Clorinda (Mary Sidney Herbert Poems)
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine,That may compassion my impatient griefe!Or where shall I unfold my inward ...
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine,That may compassion my impatient griefe!Or where shall I unfold my inward ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
On the Opening of the Castle as a Permanent Art Museum.Throw back the gates of time!See, on this rock sublime,The ...
A 'DARK' CONCEIT.O muse! that did me somedeal favour erst, Whereas I piped my silly oaten reede, And songs in homely guise ...
(by supposition)An Hymn set forth to be sung by the Great Assemblyat Newtown, Mo. 12. 1. 1636.[Written by OLIVER ...
Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced,As double as the hands that twist this glass.Such eves at search or rest you ...
IF we could salvage BabylonFrom times's grim heap of dust and bones;If we could charm cool waters backTo sing against ...
These are my thoughts you are expressingwith such confidence, yet inexactly-thank goodness for that!I myself never trumpeted them with such ...
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
In Salthouse Dock as I did pass one day not long ago,I chanced to meet a sailorman that once I ...
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from ...
As I was walking beside the docks I met a pal o' mineI sailed with once on the Colonies' run ...
"We sweep a bit and we fight a bit—an' that's what we like the best— But a towin' job ...
There's a good time coming in the golden by-and-by: And I wish, oh, how I wish that it would come!There's ...
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels' ... you are beyond all ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
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