To Immortal Music (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
NAY, Music, thou art young! Not long ago Thou hadst but rounded to thy perfect form, Thy virginal, sweet heart ...
NAY, Music, thou art young! Not long ago Thou hadst but rounded to thy perfect form, Thy virginal, sweet heart ...
My close-walled soul has never knownThat innermost darkness, dazzling sight,Like the blind point, whence the visions springIn the core of ...
Oh, grant him now eternal peace,Lord, and everlasting light,He wasn't worth a candle bright,Nor even a sprig of parsley.Of eyebrows, ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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