The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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! ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
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