Chaplin (Arthur Seymour John Tessimond Poems)
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the ...
(Eccl. VII,3) To 'Uncle George BromleyI hold not that sorrow than laughterIs better for man;The storm-clouds that darken the heavensThan ...
Dear streamlet, tripping down thy devious course, Or lulled in smoothest pools of sombre hue, Or breaking over stones with murmurs hoarse, To ...
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of ...
It is a lovely stream; its wavelets purlAs if they echoed to the fall and riseOf the capricious breeze; each ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
Deep in the heart of the jungle, Close to the white man's grave,Where the goldfish have beards that stick out ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the ...
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat, And slender ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky. The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
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