The Poet’s Garret (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
COME, sportive Fancy ! Come with me, and traceThe POET'S Attic home ! The lofty seatOf th' Heaven-tutor'd Nine ! ...
COME, sportive Fancy ! Come with me, and traceThe POET'S Attic home ! The lofty seatOf th' Heaven-tutor'd Nine ! ...
We are large with pity, slow and awkwardIn the false country of the zoo.For the beasts our hearts turn over ...
Here ends at last the Inland Sea!Still seems its outlet, as of yore,The anteroom of Mystery,As, through its westward-facing door,I ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
When life's fair dream has passed awayTo three score years and ten,Before we turn again to clayThe lot of mortal ...
They are not gone—whom death's dark shroud Hath curtained from our mortal eye; They are not gone:Down to their bed of rest ...
Who is my Christian brother linked with me In true communion? He, with whom I look In common reverence on that sacred ...
The old have had their days of hope,They worked as through a telescope, On years to come;—which came and fled,But left ...
The winds that, gipsy-wise, foretoldThe fortune of to-day,At twilight, with the gathered goldOf sunset, stole away:And of their cloud accomplicesThat ...
I count the wrinkles in the road,As men are wont to traceThe ravages of Time and ThoughtUpon a human face.Such ...
'Tis well the dimples sweetTo kiss away—The marks of little feetThat love the spray;For, once the children gone,'Twere mockeryThe vestiges ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
Voici venir les temps o? vibrant sur sa tigeChaque fleur s'?vapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;Les sons et les parfums tournent dans ...
Musing on the changes that are observable in many of the scenes we contemplate, the circumstance of the spot on ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
The dim, mysterious, ruddy lightThat ushers in an autumn night,Hung o'er the reeking fields that layBefore me, on my lonely ...
Let me write now and tell you of my dream.It was upon the midnight of All Saints.Sudden before me your ...
Tu g?mis sur l'Ida, mourante, ?chevel?e, O reine! ? de Minos ?pouse d?sol?e! Heureuse si jamais, dans ses riches travaux, ...
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
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