Psyche ; or, the Legend of Love: Canto V. (Mary Tighe Poems)
Delightful visions of my lonely hours! Charm of my life and solace of my care! Oh! would the muse but lend proportioned ...
Delightful visions of my lonely hours! Charm of my life and solace of my care! Oh! would the muse but lend proportioned ...
The soul--state, intermediate 'twixt earth's lifeAnd the world future, unconceived till seen,We search with curious awe; mark dormant death;Nor, joyless, ...
On! there are hours of sadness, when the soul,Torn from its every stay, and crushed beneathIts many griefs, and spurning ...
So you've seen at last what we have seen so long through scalding tears:You have found what we-the People-we have ...
Praised be our Lord (to echo the sweet phraseOf saintly Francis) for our sister Snow:Whose soft, soft coming never man ...
I will not perturbateThy Paradisal stateWith praiseOf thy dead days;To the new-heavened say, -"Spirit, thou wert fine clay:"This do,Thy praise ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
Forever nameless Forever unknwon Forever unconceived Forever unrepresented yet forever felt in the soul. (David Herbert Lawrence)
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