Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall ...
Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee And face thy country's peril wheresoe'er, Directing war and peace with equal care, Till by ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
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