At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some other place like ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
HOW cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
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