Song of a Summer Breeze (Charles Frederick White Poems)
I have come, as it were, from nowhere;I have no cherished home:I am welcomed by high and low folk,Wherever I ...
I have come, as it were, from nowhere;I have no cherished home:I am welcomed by high and low folk,Wherever I ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
I sinned a sin full of pleasure,In an embrace which was warm and fiery.I sinned surrounded by armsthat were hot ...
Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot;Not upon the river reaches In a ...
'TIS Meditation that delights to dwell In deep seclusion; silently to roam,Oft list'ning thoughtful to the distant knell, ...
About three months ago, when firstUpon our open, unprotectedAnd freezing garden snowstorms burstIn sudden fury, I reflectedThat I would shut ...
THOU sweetest tenant of the rural shade,In nature's simple loveliest garb array'd; Oft when the hours of childish mirth ...
Because the time is ripe, the age is ready,Because the world her woman's help demands,Out of the long subjection and ...
To watch the night out is a dreary thing: To muse and sorrow o'er my desperate lot, Flitting in thought ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
they say in the local sanctuary owls are the stupidest creatures all this wisdom business is the mythological media at ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish, Nor turn our thoughts away From the bright picture of a ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the noisy world, to go to the forest ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All ...
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