Author: Thomas Edward Brown

If thou could’st empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the […]

I know ’tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I […]

High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries […]

The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ‘Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the […]

SHE knelt upon her brother’s grave, My little girl of six years old He used to be so good and […]

TO live within a cave it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and […]

To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, […]