Hope and Sleep (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Du dieu qui nous cr?a la cl?mence infinie, Pour adoucir, &c.The God who made us in infinite pow'r,To cheer the ...
Du dieu qui nous cr?a la cl?mence infinie, Pour adoucir, &c.The God who made us in infinite pow'r,To cheer the ...
On being prevented by severe illness from going thither. SWEET spot! it cannot e'er offend I deem, That I ...
Bill Jones was cynical and sad; He thought sincerity was rare;Most people, Bill believed, were bad ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No ...
YOUTH. AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee! Or else I needs must, in ...
THE snow-flakes fall in showers, The time is absent still, When all Spring's beauteous flowers, When all Spring's beauteous flowers ...
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
If I could clasp my little babe Upon my breast to-night, I would not mind the blowing wind That shrieketh ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
Oh Sigh! thou steal'st, the herald of the breast, The lover's fears, the lover's pangs to tell; Thou bid'st with ...
Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys, Your real griefs, and painted joys, Your pleasure which itself destroys. Lovers like men ...
Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro' all the weary days than this! This is no ...
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