How still, how happy! (Emily Bronte Poem)
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary ...
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of ...
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
HOW lang and dreary is the night When I am frae my Dearie; I restless lie frae e'en to morn ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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