For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They…
by Dev
Was it so hard, Achilles, So very hard to die? Thou knewest and I…
Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—……
Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,…
I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup, to be cleansed with thy cool…
My old clock used to tell the time and subdivide diurnity; but now it's…
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight…
But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a…
Around me are the two hundred and forty men of B Company, Mud-colored;…
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a…
