A Sonnet (Freeman Edwin Miller Poems)
We gentler grow by sorrow; not the breast That never crouches in the nights of tears, That never ...
We gentler grow by sorrow; not the breast That never crouches in the nights of tears, That never ...
Such moving sounds from such a careless touch, So unconcerned herself, and we so much! What art is this, that ...
The twilight is the morning of his day. While Sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, With purpling ...
Farewell, mild saint!-meek child of love, farewell!Ill can this stone thy finished virtues tell.Rest, rest in peace! the task of ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
wherever there's a tear in the fabric around weymouth - portland appears from abbotsbury hill it's just a long thin ...
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
CUPID, ere depriv'd of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole-- Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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