The Wife’s Will (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed ...
I've been home a long time among the vast porticos, Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires, ...
UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
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