Solitude |
He's blessed, who lives in peace, that's distantFrom the ignorant fobs with calls,Who can provide his every instanceWith dreams, or labors, or recalls;To whom the fate sends friends in score,Who hides...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 07:30:00 GMT |
THE BIRTH OF PLEASURE. |
At the creation of the EarthPleasure, that divinest birth,From the soil of Heaven did rise,Wrapped in sweet wild melodies-Like an exhalation wreathing To the sound of air low-breathingThrough A...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:22:00 GMT |
the sensitive plant (conclusion) |
Whether the Sensitive Plant, or that Which within its boughs like a spirit sat Ere its outward form had known decay, Now felt this change, I cannot say.
Whether that lady's gentle mind, No lon...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:06:00 GMT |
Departure in Bloom |
My dearest and most beloved friends,
One is of many performers in this unfortunate drama,
I'am now about to go out with heavy heart,
For I must indeed sacrifce my ungrateful and thoughtless soul,
To a...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
Trinket |
Fist clenched around a paralysing shyness
Stranded upon the outer edge's of darkness,
To be marooned with those suicidal impulses
An urge that one can't quite resist,
Discarded by so called peer's-sta...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:33:00 GMT |
Pangs |
Thy lady will not wait for thee-it pains me so,
How I dwall upon the beautiful landscape of her ornate figure
She sets thy heart alite,
For I have never loved a living soul before
I have not a tear le...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:23:00 GMT |
Pastorals |
Where'er you walk,cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees,where you sit,shall crowd into a shade,
Where'er you tread,the blushing flower's shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
&...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 23:45:00 GMT |
The day grew small |
The Day grew small, surrounded tightBy early, stooping Night --The Afternoon in Evening deepIts Yellow shortness dropt --The Winds went out their martial waysThe Leaves obtained excuse --November hung...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 23:35:00 GMT |
Solitude |
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;To climb the trackless mo...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 05:09:00 GMT |
A Dream |
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 00:40:00 GMT |
