Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou…
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If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,I shall not fear the everlasting shadows, Nor cry in terror. If…
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone;And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of…
The room is full of you!—As I came inAnd closed the door behind me, all at onceA something in the air, intangible,Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!— Sharp,…
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song, ***-colored lizards loll…
How many seconds in a minute?Sixty, and no more in it. How many minutes in an hour?Sixty for sun and shower. How many hours in a day?Twenty-four for work and…
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and milesOn the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep****** homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop As they crop— Was the…
Entre ahora y ahoraentre yo soy y tu eresla palabra puente. Entras en ti mismaal entrar en ella:como un anilloel mundo se cierra. De una orilla a otrasiempre se tiende…
Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me;Upon the whole you have proved to beMuch as you said you were.Since as a child I used to…
Thousand minstrels woke within me,“Our music’s in the hills; “—Gayest pictures rose to win me,Leopard-colored rills.Up!—If thou knew’st who callsTo twilight parks of beech and pine,High over the river intervals,Above…
Why is it, when I am in Rome,I’d give an eye to be at home,But when on native earth I be,My soul is sick for Italy? And why with you,…
I painted her a gushing thing,With years about a score;I little thought to find they wereA least a dozen more;My fancy gave her eyes of blue,A curly auburn head:I came…
This is a song to celebrate banks,Because they are full of money and you go into them and allyou hear is clinks and clanks,Or maybe a sound like the wind…
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou…
I hoped that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth,But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For tho’ I know he loves…
O mighty-mouth’d inventor of harmonies,O skill’d to sing of Time or Eternity,***-gifted *****-voice of England,Milton, a name to resound for ages;Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel,Starr’d from Jehovah’s gorgeous armouries,Tower, as…
Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oftFalls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft,But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand?Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand,And then comes Sorrow— And what does…
Weary and weak,–accept my weariness; Weary and weak and downcast in my soul,With hope growing less and less, And with the goalDistant and dim,–accept my sore distress.I thought to reach the goal…
About me young careless feetLinger along the garish street;Above, a hundred shouting signsShed down their bright fantastic glowUpon the merry crowd and linesOf moving carriages below.Oh wonderful is Broadway —…
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on,Projecting trait and traceThrough time to times anon,And leaping from place to placeOver oblivion. The years-heired feature that canIn curve and…
I Room after room,I hunt the house throughWe inhabit together.Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind herLeft in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!As…
No es el vientono son los pasos sonambulos del aguaentre las casas petrificadas y los arbolesa lo largo de la noche rojizano es el mar subiendo las escalerasTodo esta quieto…
I cannot spare water or wine,Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose;From the earth-poles to the Line,All between that works or grows,Every thing is kin of mine. Give me agates for my…
“Then we will have tonight!” we said. “Tomorrow–may we not be dead?”The morrow touched our eyes, and found Us walking firm above the ground,Our pulses quick, our blood alight. Tomorrow’s gone–we’ll have tonight!
