A Southern Singer (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Written In Madison Caweln's "Lyrics and Idyls." Herein are blown from out the South Songs blithe as those of Pan's pursed mouth-- As ...
Written In Madison Caweln's "Lyrics and Idyls." Herein are blown from out the South Songs blithe as those of Pan's pursed mouth-- As ...
I.IntroductoryIf thou would'st find what holiest men have sought,Communion with the power of Poesy,Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought,--Lay ...
Two pilgrims on a pleasant road set forth: Green was the herbage by their journey--side; Through deep and shrubby dells their way ...
If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought, Communion with the power of Poesy, Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought, Lay ...
Like a great rock which looming o'er the deepCasts his eternal shadow on the strands,And veiled in cloud inexorably stands,While ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
OTSO THE HONEY-EATER.Came the tidings to Pohyola,To the village of the Northland,That Wainola had recoveredFrom her troubles and misfortunes,From her ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman ...
The bird with the dark plumes in my blood, That never for one moment however I patched my truces Consented ...
What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That h?re p?rsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?- ...
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
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