The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
LIKE the vultureWho on heavy morning cloudsWith gentle wing reposingLooks for his prey,—Hover, my song!For a God hathUnto each prescribedHis ...
"Man dieth and wasteth away, And where is he?"--Hark! from the skiesI hear a voice answer and say, "The spirit of man ...
THERE is blood on the face of the earth-It reeks through the years, and is red:Where Truth was slaughtered at ...
How fast thou hast'st O Spring with sweetest speedeTo catch thy waters which before are runne,And of the greater Rivers ...
The white moon wasteth,And cold morn hasteth Athwart the snow,The red east burnethAnd the tide turneth, And thou must go.Think not, sad ...
I choose o' the spillO' love and word and work,The waste o' earth, to build.Ye hark unto the sages,And oft ...
The dust of Carthage and the dustOf Babel on the desert wold,The loves of Corinth, and the lust,Orchomenos increased with ...
As one who, groping in a narrow stair, Hath a strong sound of bells upon his ears, Which, being at ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light; ...
Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy ...
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