Eleonora : A Panegyrical (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
By Sir W. S.I.St. Giles's street is fair and wide,St. Giles's street is long;But long or wide, may naught abideTherein ...
In the thirtieth year of lifeI took my heart to be my wife,And as I turn in bed by nightI ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
The woods were in leaf, and they cast a sweet shade;Among them walk'd Helga, the beautiful maid.The water is dashing ...
From early dawn the thirtieth of AprilIs given up to children of the town,And caught in trying on the festive ...
(A. D. 406) "A Centurion of the Thirtieth" -- Puck of Pook's Hill My father's father saw it not, And ...
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled ...
Eighty-one degrees a record high for the day which is not my birthday but will do until the eleventh of ...
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