The Troubadour. Canto 1 (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
Well; I may now receive and die. My sin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in A purgatory, such as ...
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in A purgatory, such as ...
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, And the worm-fence's straggling length, Smote by the morning's slanted strength, Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet. To ...
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
We were young and it was an accomplishmentto have a body. No one said this. No onesaid much beyond "throw ...
Lo! where the Moon along the skySails with her happy destiny;Oft is she hid from mortal eyeOr dimly seen,But when ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
It is a world of space and fritters, Somehow with us all day long; A world - mad - of ...
If he whose bosom with no transport swellsIn vernal airs, and hours, commits the crimeOf sullenness to Nature; 'gainst the ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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