Night: (John William Inchbold Poems)
AN ODE. O Queen and Spirit! beautiful and still, Whose eyes the world's most wondrous things receive, So that thy face we never ...
AN ODE. O Queen and Spirit! beautiful and still, Whose eyes the world's most wondrous things receive, So that thy face we never ...
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold starsI rear my once imperial forehead brandedBy ...
Where waves of the Terek are waltzing In Dariel's wickedest pass,There rises from bleakest of storm crags An ancient grey towering mass.In ...
UP and down, up and down,In the air the sunshine mellows--Green or yellow, gold or brown,See those gay capricious fellows!Sparkling, ...
What do you search for in this humid dungeon, you, my friend,My dear father, you who reached the threshold of ...
The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the ...
A spring wind on the Bowery,Blowing the fluff of night sheltersOff bedraggled garments,And agitating the gutters, that eject little spirals ...
COLD Disappointment! by kind Heaven design'd,To mend the heart, by softening the mind;With brow severe to temper Fancy's fire,And, by ...
WHAT pleasure to meA bridegroom would be!When married we are,They call us mamma.No need then to sew,To school we ne'er ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
WHEN PHOEBUS tints the breezy lawn,AMANTOR hails the lovely dawn;That dawn, which sees him free again,Gay bounding o'er ...
'Twas at that season, when the gloomOf cheerless Winter's pass'd away,And flowers spring up, with sweet perfume,To scent the breeze ...
I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me ...
Twilight falls, hope flees the heart.Temples collapse, things fall apartas day departs.Poisons black, embers red,yellow rage - lights mist and ...
My body answers you, my bloodLeaps at your maddening, piercing callThe fierce notes startle, and the veilOf this dull present ...
WHAT pleasure to me A bridegroom would be! When married we are, They call us mamma. No need then to ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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