Loud without the wind was roaring (Emily Jane Bronte Poems)
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
The harsh King—Winter—sat upon the hills, And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. He locked the rivers, ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
I.One do I see and twelve; but second thereMethinks I know thee, thou beloved one;Not from thy nobler port, for ...
Those who say my country means Meadows, flowers and fields of wheat, Hamlets and trenches, must confessThese are her feet.The ...
When our lives were in their springtime and our souls were in the bud, While the watchful world was silent, ...
Then Wisdom againHis treasury of words unlocked;Sung various maxims,And thus expressed himself:—"When the sunClearest shinesSerenest in the heaven,Quickly are obscuredOver ...
The silver swan, who living had no note,When death approached, unlocked her silent throat,Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,Thus ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
In my despair aware of my poverty my sin washing over me falling, falling from deep within the pit I ...
Rising from his knees, slowly for he had been in prayer, heavy deep, honest prayer petitioning the creator, for a ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
I called to the summer sun, "Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And ...
I'm waiting for my friend. The gate's unlocked. The banisters are lit so he can walk. I'm waiting for my ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Most of the time he worked, a sort of sleep with a purpose, so far as I could tell. How ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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