Beyond compare the monument I have erected, And to this spirit column well worn the people's path,-- Its head defiant will out soar that famous pillar
By Robert3 years ago in Poets
While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright, Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes; The Sun, next those the fairest light, Thus from the Ocean first did rise:
My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave What they love
SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament;
Clear as of old the great voice rings to-day, While Sherwood's oaks leaves twine with bay: The voice of him the master and the sire
A pen--to register; a key-- That winds through secret wards Are well assigned to Memory By allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be given
I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
True love. Is it normal is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from two people who exist in a world of their own?
```Say what, to please you, you would have me be. Then listen, dear! I fain would have you very fair to see, And sweet to hearyou.
Today my mother and sisters came to see me. I had been alone a long time with my poems, my pride . . . almost nothing.
By Robert3 years ago in Motivation
The first wild rose in wayside hedge, This year I wandering see, I pluck, and send it as a pledge, My own Wild Rose, to Thee.
My beloved angel One with Radiant hazel eyes Chatoyant like clusters Of stars On a moonless night My beloved angel One with