was seen; The ghost of Tom drawn slow o'er the orchard's shadowy green. Could this be the martial ...
2011-11-23
A blot among the branches bare: There is a cry of outcasts in the air. Swift little breezes, darti...
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles So masterfully rude, that he would grieve To see the h...
Birds in a May-bush we were! right merry! All night we kiss'd, we juggled all day. Joy was the hea...
If for those times I must ask charity, Have I not any charity to give? XXI We three are on the ce...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose...
When the three cowled monks, from black as coal, Waxed hot as furnace-cinders. XII They caught he...
When I was in the dock she show'd her nerve: I saw beneath her shawl my old tea-can Trembling . . ...
- That stopt me: we'll now march together. I couldn't read further before. That "brave French" I c...
Sunspread, and shaded with a branching screen, To lie in peace half-murmuring words of thanks! To ...
And picture from their peacefulness; So calmly to the earth inclining Float those loving shapes! ...
2011-11-22
freckles. Never one kiss will he give on a neck, or a lily-white forehead, Chin, hand, or bosom un...
Wilt thou, confiding in the supreme will, In all thy maiden steadfastness arise, Firm to obey and ...
Now, threatening like a storm-charged cloud; Now, cooing like a woodland dove; Now, up again in ro...
I shall die, shall die like them, Frail and lone; Come to me, my lover, come! Let thy bosom be my...