A Recipe (William Schwenck Gilbert Poems)
Take a pair of sparkling eyes,Hidden, ever and anon,In a merciful eclipse -Do not heed their mild surprise -Having passed ...
Take a pair of sparkling eyes,Hidden, ever and anon,In a merciful eclipse -Do not heed their mild surprise -Having passed ...
Close is the nook; the valley--pathway steep Above the river climbs; and down the bank, With sweet wild roses and thick hazels ...
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretensionOf holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,Or marking the texture of ...
LADY, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn,Come thou with me to Love's enchanted bowerHigh overhead the trellised roses burn;Beneath thy ...
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretensionOf holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,Or marking the texture of ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
Fabio ! the courtier's hopes are chains that windWith fatal strength around the ambitious mind; And he who breaks or ...
They in the darkness gather and ask Her name, the mistress of their endless task. The Toilers ...
We sat alone in a trellised bower,And gaz'd o'er the dark'ning deep;And the holy calm of that twilight hourCame over ...
Awake, my harp! a song for thee,While the mellow tinge of sunset lingers;'Tis an eve of June! and the sweets ...
"Under the pent-house branches the eight swans have come,Into the black-green water round the roots of the yew;Like a beam ...
MILES and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour, Each for some unquiet soul a haven and a home, ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws, Or marking the ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
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