Lines Written in August (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,I slumbered, and in ...
The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,I slumbered, and in ...
ILike a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter ...
Dearest, best and brightest,Come away,To the woods and to the fields!Dearer than this fairest dayWhich, like thee to those in ...
We climbed that hill,The road flushed red in prideAt being beauty's boundary. Either sideStretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still.For on ...
THE MERCHANT Abu Khan shunned the customs of his race,And sought the cultured wisdom of the West.His daughter fair Leola ...
Softly the feathery Palm-trees fade in the violet Distance,Faintly the lingering light touches the edge of the sea,Sadly the Music ...
Best and brightest, come away!Fairer far than this fair Day,Which, like thee to those in sorrow,Comes to bid a sweet ...
I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,And counting every moment till we meet.I am waiting by ...
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows,The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it ...
West in gash of purple below the umber dyeRims of desert sandhills project into the skyDarkened candelabras on altars of dim godAt the ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
From the ocean half a roodTo the sandhills long and lowEver and anon I go;Hide from me the gleaming flood,Only ...
'Tis a song of the Never Never land- Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows, The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
I TOOK away three pictures. One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan. One ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
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