Стихи и рассказы из категории elegy

Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,
Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid

One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out
And both stood at the rail of the corral & both went on
In each effortless tail swish, the flies rising, then congregating
Around their eyes & muzzles &...

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face
Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape
If 'twere a shame to love, here 'twere no shame; Affection here...

Not one corner of a foreign
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,

HE knell of death, that on the twilight gale,  Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear;
In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale,  And claims the tribute of a tender tear
The dreadful hour is past
the mandate giv'n

(For G
H
) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her,
Bind still her sullen mirth,

What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade    Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade
'Tis she
—but why that bleeding bosom gor'd,    Why dimly gleams the visionary sword
Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly

RK gathering clouds involve the threatening skies,
The sea heaves conscious of the impending gloom,
Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise;
They come--the Spirits of the Tempest come

AR
DE OF
IM, who grac'd the mimick scene,  And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r;
Whose wond'rous art, whose fascinating mien,  Gave glowing rapture to the short-liv'd hour

There is this sunny place where I imagine him
A park on a hill whose grass wants to
Into dust, & would do so if it
For the rain, & the fact that it is only

The men that worked for
They have their graves at home:
And bees and birds of
About the cross can roam

Time, never wand'ring from his annual round,
Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground;
Bleak Winter flies, new verdure clothes the plain,
And earth assumes her transient youth again