Undine (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
aa ke meri jaan mein qaraar nahin haitaaqat-e-bedaad-e-intazaar nahin haidete hain jannat hayaat-e-dahar ke badalenashshaa baa_andaazaa-e-khumaar nahin haigiriyaa nikaale hai ...
IThe little pigeons full of whimsicrapused to come and go flying over Parisgiving its walls an exquisite shadeof avian poop ...
With padded feet from out his own dark denComes smiling Lust, once fair and hard to please,But now long overworked with ...
Come that my soul has no reposeHas no strength to bear the injustice of waitingHeaven is given in return for ...
Clouds seh I abendwaertsCompletely dipped into purest glow,Clouds in light zerhaucht completely,Had so stifling darkened.Yes! my suspecting heart says to ...
In that same moment when at Kohath's gate Paused the bright phantom--chariot,--to the eye Of Sethos, riding moodily alone, Appeared ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
(OR, WHAT SHOULD A MAIDEN BE?) What should a maiden be? Pure as the rill, Ere it has left its ...
I venerate economists As very learned blokes,But when in paradox they speakTheir meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.They ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
WHO knows the world will never feel surprise, When men are duped by artful women's eves; Though death his weapon ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That ...
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away. How fair ...
In an immense wood in the south of Kent, There lived a band of robbers which caused the people discontent; ...
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