The Longest Day (George Meredith Poems)
On yonder hills soft twilight dwells And Hesper burns where sunset dies, Moist and chill the woodland smells From the ...
On yonder hills soft twilight dwells And Hesper burns where sunset dies, Moist and chill the woodland smells From the ...
Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless, Where passion is silent and hearts never crave; Where thought hath no ...
II stood at the gate of the cotWhere my darling, with side-glance demure,Would spy, on her trim garden-plot,The busy wild ...
Though I am faithful to my loves lived through, And place them among Memory's great stars, Where burns a face ...
When I would image her features, Comes up a shrouded head: I touch the outlines, shrinking; She seems of the ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
Yet it was plain she struggled, and that salt Of righteous feeling made her pitiful. Poor twisting worm, so queenly ...
I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; The face turned ...
What may the woman labour to confess? There is about her mouth a nervous twitch. 'Tis something to be told, ...
Along the garden terrace, under which A purple valley (lighted at its edge By smoky torch-flame on the long cloud-ledge ...
What may the woman labour to confess? There is about her mouth a nervous twitch. 'Tis something to be told, ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
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