Sonnet C (William Shakespeare Poems)
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
When I admit neglect of Gissing, They say I don't know what I'm missing. Until their arguments are subtler, I ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
There here are words of radical advice for a young man looking for a job; Young man, be a snob. ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Ye young debaters over the doctrine Of the soul's immortality I who lie here was the village atheist, Talkative, contentious, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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