The sun was slowly
The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room. Eleanor Porter
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Earth Is Enough. We
Earth Is Enough. We men of Earth have here the stuff Of Paradise – we have enough! We need no other stones to build The Temple of the Unfulfilled – No other ivory for the doors – No other marble for the floors – No other cedar for the beam And dome of man’s immortal … Read more
Sense is our helmet,
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, ’tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still. Edward Young
No gilded dome swells
No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country’s good; to that he … Read more
The rising sun complies
The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do. Edmund Waller
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair Edmund Spenser
At last, the golden
At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre; And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre. Edmund Spenser
For the moon never
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there … Read more
For the moon never
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy … Read more