Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
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