‘Twas August, and the fierce sun overheadSmote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,And...
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Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,Long since, saw Byron’s struggle cease.But one such death...
And the first grey of morning fill’d the east,And the fog rose out of...
As the kindling glances,Queen-like and clear,Which the bright moon lancesFrom her tranquil sphereAt the...
Mist clogs the sunshine.Smoky dwarf housesHem me round everywhere;A vague dejectionWeighs down my soul....
Others abide our question. Thou art free.We ask and ask—thou smilest and art still,Out-topping...
Creep into thy narrow bed,Creep, and let no more be said!Vain thy onset! all...
Come, dear children, let us away;Down and away below!Now my brothers call from the...
I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For...
Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind?–He much, the old man,...