A HYMN TO THE GRACES (Robert Herrick Poem)
When I love, as some have told Love I shall, when I am old, O ye Graces! make me fit ...
When I love, as some have told Love I shall, when I am old, O ye Graces! make me fit ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
Thou art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distrest And ...
Down with the rosemary, and so Down with the bays and misletoe; Down with the holly, ivy, all Wherewith ye ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
Kindle the Christmas brand, and then Till sunset let it burn; Which quench'd, then lay it up again, Till Christmas ...
I Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, ...
WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white, Instead of first thereon inscribing aught, The space thou doubtless filledst ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Love's Lunacy Why do I speak of joy, or write of love, When my heart is the very den of ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Cupid, I hate thee, which I'd have thee know; A naked starveling ever may'st thou be. Poor rogue, go pawn ...
An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still, Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd, Which ceaseth not to tempt ...
An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still, Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest, Which ceaseth not to tempt ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries ...
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd Twin ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
O Liberty, God-gifted-- Young and immortal maid-- In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
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