On Reading Shakepeare’s Sonnets (George William Lewis Marshall-Hall Poems)
THY verse is like a cool and shady well Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close Far from the common way, ...
THY verse is like a cool and shady well Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close Far from the common way, ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
On yonder hill a castle standes,With walles and towres bedight,And yonder lives the Child of Elle,A younge and comely knighte.The ...
Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke-white steede; To him a fayre yonge ladye cameAs ever ware womans ...
He had three sons and they, all three,When called, for the encampment left;So the poor father was bereftOf rest and ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
'Tis time to sleep, my little boy:Why gaze thy bright eyes so?At night our children, for new joyHome to thy ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for ...
Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heart Travelling painfully over the rugged road, Wild-visag'd Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance! ...
Aye, Montecelli, that's the name. You may have heard of him perhaps. Yet though he never savoured fame, Of those ...
'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more The wretched Slave, as on his native ...
Hard by the road, where on that little mound The high grass rustles to the passing breeze, The child of ...
An Englishman was Thomas Paine Who bled for liberty; But while his fight was far from vain He died in ...
She I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed. I've never seen him - that's the funny part. I ...
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe, Who was ...
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me, And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye; While on board the Columbine, ...
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