To Love (Bedros Tourian Poems)
A galaxy of glances bright, A sweet bouquet of smiles, A crucible of melting words Bewitched me with their wiles! ...
A galaxy of glances bright, A sweet bouquet of smiles, A crucible of melting words Bewitched me with their wiles! ...
I Love the ancient boundary-fence, That mouldering chock-and-log.When I go ride the boundary I let the old horse ...
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves, He halfway gallops among the graves- A tiny ghost in the gloom ...
O turn once more! The meadows where we mused and strayed togetherAbound and glow yet with the ruby sorrel;'Twas there ...
A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreamsSettled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,And to sell to, my men ...
My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched, He goes all full of grieving; The web of gloom upon his brow Is ...
Cold and holy oakHear the raven croak:The policeman's helmetHas bewitched our feet.The helmet on the stalkIs the way that we ...
Since thou wouldst needs,Bewitched with some ill charms,Be buried in those monumental arms,All we can wish is, may that earth ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence ...
She was there in the morning holding fast to the porch screen bewitched by the indoor bulb in the outside ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
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