Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto VI (Edward Benlowes Poems)
The Association.ARGUMENT. Panduntur Coeli, juvat hinc invisere Div?m Atria, mortali non adeunda Pede: H?c, Animae pennis advecta Theophila, cernit Agmina ...
The Association.ARGUMENT. Panduntur Coeli, juvat hinc invisere Div?m Atria, mortali non adeunda Pede: H?c, Animae pennis advecta Theophila, cernit Agmina ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
``Come and listen to my ditty.'' On that fam'd and ancient station Where to Thames the Medway runs, When in ...
LIKE star points in the ether to guide a homing SoulTowards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,Across and ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud they drowned out slumber, and peafowl strolled screaming beside ...
Superior General of the Congregation of the Missionand of the Sisters of Charity.A shadow slept folded in vestments, The dream ...
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then ...
My name is Johnny Vincent Brown,I live on Leicester Court, My Pa's not here, he's gone downtown, An' I am ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion. Then ...
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, O, things without compare! Such ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Midnight Oil Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, Each day to half its ...
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