Death (Beilby Porteus Poems)
Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes,I woo thee, Death! — Life and all its joysI leave to those ...
Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes,I woo thee, Death! — Life and all its joysI leave to those ...
"Oh! I shall ne'er forget thee, wretched wight! While memory holds forget thee shall I never; Thy conscious form, that ...
The world is not their friend, nor the world's law.Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toilYon craggy steeps among!Strange their ...
ON READING WITH DIFFICULTY SOME OF SCHILLER'S EARLY LOVE POEMS. When of thy loves, and happy heavenly dreams ...
WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper, Mutual knowledge with the marshall'd clouds,-- Murmur of June, which riseth up with ...
Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread,As o'er the lengthen'd way she sped;And often she cast a wishful eyeOn the ...
Lonely, dying among strangers, All his heart turned towards the South;Longing for his Mother's blessing, For her kisses ...
We who have loved thee in days long over, Mistress immortal and Queen of our hearts ; With the passionate ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom ...
O show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those ...
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread, See Sewell number'd with the happy dead. Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' ...
So crystal clear it is to me That when I die I cease to be, All else seems sheer stupidity. ...
I knew three sisters,--all were sweet; Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly meet The matrimonial tie. ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
What fanciful creators we are: bestowing shock absorbers on cars sprinkling tenderizer on meats and stitching wrinkle-resistant shirts Such wishful ...
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