Catch her and hold her if you can, See, she defies you with her fan, Shuts, opens, and then holds it spread In threatening guise over your head. Ah! why did you not start before...
"Conquer the gloomy night of thy sorrow, for the morning greets thee with laughter. Rise and clothe thyself with noble pride, Break loose from the tyranny of grief. Thou standest alone among men,...
I held my way through Defton Wood, And on to Wandor Hall; The dancing leaf let down the light, In hovering spots to fall. "O young, young leaves, you match me well," My heart was merry, and sung -...
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies. Hark, those two in the hazel coppice...
De place I get born, me, is up on de reever Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc Beeg mountain behin' it, so high you can't climb it An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent. ...
As for Deirdre, she cried pitifully, wearily, and tore her fair hair, and she was talking of the sons of Usnach, and of Alban, and it is what she said: ...
No personal; a God divinely crowned With gold and raised upon a golden throne Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods Man this or that, and little more than man!
Cent fois d'j' le soleil avait jailli, radieux ou attrist', de cette cuve immense de la mer dont les bords ne se laissent qu'' peine apercevoir; cent fois il s''tait replong', 'tincelant ou morose, dans...
O Father, I am in the dark, My soul is heavy-bowed: I send my prayer up like a lark, Up through my vapoury shroud, To find thee, And remind thee I am thy child, and thou my father,...
The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there my eyes may never see, And so the time lag teases me with how ...
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again,...
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch'd you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!)...
Winter is fallen On the wretched grass, Dark winds have stolen All the colour that was. No leaf shivers: The bare boughs bend and creak as the wind moans by Fled is the fitful gleam of brightness...