Rosabel. (George Pope Morris Poems)
I miss thee from my side, beloved, I miss thee from my side;And wearily and drearily Flows Time's resistless tide.The world, and ...
I miss thee from my side, beloved, I miss thee from my side;And wearily and drearily Flows Time's resistless tide.The world, and ...
THE minstrel-king of Judah satAll in his banquet-hall,Richly arrayed in Eastern state,On a high festival.A Syrian slave stood by his ...
Is it a shroud or bridal veilThat hides it from our sight,The lonely sepulchre of Day,Or banquet-hall of Night?Are those ...
What means it, Lord? No DanielIn Nature's banquet-hallAppears, thy messenger, to spellThe writing on the wall.Is it the Babylonian doom,—A ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Young Dermod stood by his mother's side,And he spake right stern and cold;"Now, why do you weep and wail," he ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
WIGLAF his name was, Weohstan's son,linden-thane loved, the lord of Scylfings,Aelfhere's kinsman. His king he now sawwith heat under helmet ...
Not the Circean wineMost perilous is for pain:Grapes of the heavens' star-loaden vine,Whereto the lofty-placedThoughts of fair souls attain,Tempt with ...
THEN Hrothgar went with his hero-train,defence-of-S cyldings, forth from hall;fain would the war-lord Wealhtheow seek,couch of his queen. The King-of-Glor ...
HROTHGAR spake, the Scyldings'-h elmet: —"For fight defensive, Friend my Beowulf,to succor and save, thou hast sought us here.Thy father's ...
Written in the prison Infirmary, February, 1850. To a quiet land I'm steering; Steering ever, day and night;A sailor-wreck ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown; A wife, and I have broken all my vows; A ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around ...
OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around ...
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood ...
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