October (John Payne Poems)
OCTOBER, May of the descending days,Mid-Spring of Autumn, on the shortening stairOf the year's eld abiding still and fair,A pause ...
OCTOBER, May of the descending days,Mid-Spring of Autumn, on the shortening stairOf the year's eld abiding still and fair,A pause ...
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakesOf water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:Far fairer than when placidly it ...
AUTUMN grows old, but still the sun is bright,As though he wished that summer should remain.Yet every day is shortening ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
Sleep, little baby! sleep! Not in thy cradle bed,Not on thy mother's breastHenceforth shall be thy rest, ...
'Tis past! we breathe! assuaged at lengthThe flames that drank our vital strength!Smote with intolerable heatNo more our throbbing temples ...
In from the seaLone as could be,Who should I meet with but Billy Magee --Billy MageeAs was shipmates with meOnce ...
One must guard oneself ever so carefully againstHowling, without any reason, like an animal.Against pouring beer over the faces of ...
Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures ...
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed: Far fairer than when ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Lately the wind burns the last leaves and evening comes too late to be of use, lately I learned that ...
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