An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
Oh, Liberty! thou child of many hopes, Nursed in the cradle of the human heart; While Europe in her glimmering ...
Earth's mightiest isle. She stands alone.The wide seas wash around Her throne,Crowned by the red sun as his own. This ...
O a song for Joyce's Country, where the grim wild mountains be, And the wind wails over the moorland as ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
My melancholy was gold dust in your hands; On your long hands I scattered my life; My sweetnesses remained clutched ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
What guts he had, the Dago lad Who fought that Frenchman grim with guile; For nigh an hour they milled ...
A bonny bird I found today Mired in a melt of tar; Its silky breast was silver-grey, Its wings were ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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