Requiem (George Meredith Poems)
Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless, Where passion is silent and hearts never crave; Where thought hath no ...
Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless, Where passion is silent and hearts never crave; Where thought hath no ...
EMBLEM of beauty and sorrow,Twine with each wistful to-morrowThe past with its memories teemingAnd all its dear innocent dreaming. Go ...
At nine of the night I opened my doorThat stands midway between moor and moor,And all around me, silver-bright,I saw ...
There'll be no one in the houseSave for twilight. All alone,Winter's day seen in the space that'sMade by curtains left ...
The sky is dark and the hills are whiteAs the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,And this is the song ...
Out of the silences wake me a song, Beautiful, sad, and soft, and low;Let the loveliest music sound along, And ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
Each and every day of our lives here on earth a gift from the creator to learn and share, to ...
Two years ago today the day we wed on the stone bridge in the park in the snow A handful ...
Two years almost gone by of the day we wed on the stone bridge in the park in the snow ...
She was white, all white except where she was pink soft, cute, and she liked leaf lettuce Her name was ...
The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit ...
For Sharon Horvath From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, ...
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck ...
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