Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
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 ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
Early summer rain-- houses facing the river, two of them (Yosa Buson)
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
O WAT ye wha that lo'es me And has my heart a-keeping? O sweet is she that lo'es me, As ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
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