Mary and Gabriel (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The ...
MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, For his weal where'er ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
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