The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
From Virtue's paths, when hapless men depart,The first avenger is the culprit's heart;There sits a judge, from whose severe decreeNo ...
Strong, simple, silent are the lawsThat sway this universe, of none withstood,Unconscious of man's outcries or applause,Or what man ...
Whoever I am, wherever my lot, Whatever I happen to be,Contentment and Duty shall hallow the spot That Providence orders for me;No ...
The years, wherein I never knew Such beauty as is yours,--so fraught With truth and kindness looking through Your loveliness,--I count them naught, O ...
My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain, The fruitful ...
Mine eyes are not afraid.I have lifted them unto heaven,And the light was mild,Aye, and comfort-dealing!I, no longer with that ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
In rich Virginian woods,The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,—The noble ...
The sunset colours mingle in the sky, And over all the Umbrian valleys flow; Trevi is touched with wonder, and ...
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string, Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some ...
Very God of Love, who art of lovers Lord, And Venus, thou, Love's Lady and Goddess, Since in love only ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
The word, simple, in some circles a put down someone simple is a negative thing simple, slow, uneducated, not with ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
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