The Dance To Death. Act I (Emma Lazarus Poems)
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
ACT III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
IThe day is o'er and twilight's shade,Is darkening forest, glen and glade;It steals within the old church door,And casts its ...
Voici venir les temps o? vibrant sur sa tigeChaque fleur s'?vapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;Les sons et les parfums tournent dans ...
I woke at midnight, and my heart,My beating heart, said this to me:Thou seest the moon, how calm and bright!The ...
No harsh complaint nor rude unmannered wo,Shall jar discordant in the dulcet flowOf music, raining through the chestnut wingsOf the ...
How dimly through these window panes The struggling light intrudes! What solemn silence broodsIn this old ...
CEASE to call him sad and sober, Merriest of months, October! Patron of the bursting bins, Reveler in wayside inns, ...
Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own!The night is fair, and the waves ...
When the wayside tangles blazeIn the low September sun,When the flowers of Summer daysDroop and wither, one by one,Reaching up ...
EACH hour that passes, dead for evermore,Lies in the waste of ages whence the staleAir of unwoken silence, shore to ...
A deep bell that links the downsTo the drowsy air;Every loop of sound that swoons,Finds a circle fair,Whereon it doth ...
Just as the hay-fields on the cliff-top draw Seafarers---yea, two miles away from land! Bringing sweet thoughts of many a ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
A deep bell that links the downs To the drowsy air; Every loop of sound that swoons, Finds a circle ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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