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Hace 3 días · She sat and sang alway. By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play. Beneath the glad sunbeam. I sat and wept alway. Beneath the moon 's most shadowy beam, Watching the blossoms of the May. Weep leaves into the stream. I wept for memory;
Hace 1 día · A Pause. While my soul, love - bound, loitered on its way. Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves. Put on a glory,and my soul expand. They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way. I did not.
Hace 2 días · The comeliest corpse in all the world. And worthy of a queen 's embrace. You might have spared his soul, sister, Have spared my soul, your own soul too: Though I had not been born at all, He'd never have looked at you. My father may sleep in Paradise, My mother at Heaven -gate: But sister Maude shall get no sleep.
Hace 4 días · Emily Dickinson (2414 poems) 2. Madison Julius Cawein (1231 poems) 3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1136 poems) 4. William Wordsworth (1016 poems) 5. Robert Burns (986 poems) 6. Edgar Albert Guest (945 poems) 7. Thomas Moore (849 poems) 8. Robert Service (831 poems)
Hace 4 días · Our Master lies asleep and is at rest; His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep. The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west; Our Master lies asleep. Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep. Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast, While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep. Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
Hace 5 días · Emily Dickinson (2414 poems) 2. Madison Julius Cawein (1231 poems) 3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1136 poems) 4. William Wordsworth (1016 poems) 5. Robert Burns (986 poems) 6. Edgar Albert Guest (945 poems) 7. Thomas Moore (849 poems) 8. Robert Service (831 poems)
Hace 2 días · Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and go, The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth, Waiting for one whose coming is slow:-. Hark! the bride weepeth. “How long shall I wait, come heat come rime?”-. “Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time,”.
