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21 de mai. de 2024 · Ephemera. Because our love is waning.'. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep. Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart !'. 'Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.'. In bosom and hair. Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Are love, and a continual farewell .'. 'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in ...
11 de mai. de 2024 · 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)
11 de mai. de 2024 · And my loud brazen battle-cars. From rolling vale and rivery glen; And under the blinking of the stars. Fell on the pirates by the deep, And hurled them in the gulph of sleep: These hands won many a torque of gold. They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round me, the beech leaves old. But slowly, as I shouting slew.
10 de mai. de 2024 · To The Rose Upon The Road Of Time. i (Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!) i (Sing in their high and lonely melody.) i (Eternal beauty wandering on her way.) i (A little space for the rose- breath to fill!) i (And learn to chant a tongue men do not know.) i (Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.)
Há 6 dias · 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)
Há 4 dias · 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)
Há 6 dias · The Sad Shepherd. There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming. And humming Sands, where windy surges wend: And he called loudly to the stars to bend. From their pale thrones and comfort him, but they. Among themselves laugh on and sing alway:
