Elizabeth’s Chamber: At Amesbury (Annie Adams Fields Poems)
I ENTERED her half-opened door; A welcome like the voice of seas,When overland their mellow roar Comes homeward ...
I ENTERED her half-opened door; A welcome like the voice of seas,When overland their mellow roar Comes homeward ...
Chashmay mastay ajabay zulf daraazay ajabay,Mai parastay ajabay fitna tarazay ajabay,Behray qatlam chu kushad taighe-nihaan sar basajud,Oo ba-naazay ajabay mun ...
CAN you hear the sparrow in the lane Singing above the graves? she said.He knows my gladness, he knows ...
" ITHE VOICE of England is a trumpet tone When that inviolate Mother wills it so: Nations may rise and ...
This feast-day of the sun, his altar thereIn the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;And I have loitered in the ...
The day has passed, love, when I mightHave offered thee this heart of mine, As one whose yet unclouded lightWas ...
My lady carries love within her eyes;All that she looks on is made pleasanter;Upon her path men turn to gaze ...
I felt a spirit of love begin to stirWithin my heart, long time unfelt till then;And saw Love coming towards ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds; The leaden thunders crashed. A worshipper raised his arm. "Hearken! Hearken! The voice ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
I The Moon is like a ping-pong ball; I lean against the orchard wall, And see it soar into the ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
My lady in her white silk shawl Is like a lily dim, Within the twilight of the room Enthroned and ...
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