Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
Now the heart sings with all its thousand voices To hear this city of cells, my body, sing. The tree ...
WAKEN not Amor from sleep! The beauteous urchin still slumbers; Go, and complete thou the task, that to the day ...
No door has my house, No house has my door; And in and out ever I carry my store. No ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
'TIS easier far a wreath to bind, Than a good owner fort to find. I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight, ...
THE bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On ...
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for ...
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
THOU hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever; Thou has left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left ...
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