Tithonus (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
The hour, the spot, are here at last Their purpose, cause and hope we know,Our duty is to hold on ...
LO! what descending cherub, robed in light,With dazzling beams o'erwhelms the sight?Is it a Genius of th' etherial spheres?Or Angel ...
O! where, thou friend of mortals, say,Dost thou thy placid charms display?Thou with Innocence art join'd,Empress of the spotless mind.Thy ...
A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, Slow glided o'er a field late shorn ...
WHEN Spring luxuriant scatters new delights,The mountain's verdant slope our steps invites,To crown whose lofty brow o'er-bending treesWave their thick ...
Rise, mighty nation, in thy strength,And deal thy dreadful vengeance round;Let thy great spirit, roused at length,Strike hordes of despots ...
What mean ye, that ye beat my people to pieces, andgrind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord God ...
What mean ye that ye bruise and bindMy people, saith the Lord,And starve your craving brother's mind,Who asks to hear ...
An acre of land between the shore and the hills,Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,The lovely visible earth ...
his approach to love he said was that of a farmer most love like hunters and like hunters most kill ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in ...
Two brothers, Oakes and Oliver, Two gentle men as ever were, Would roam no longer, but abide In Linndale, where ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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