Pastor Cum (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian sails, Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas,In fitful slumber Nereus hush'd the ...
When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian sails, Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas,In fitful slumber Nereus hush'd the ...
Oh, how I hate these chills, these winter ills, Bleak blasts and breezes;Abominate the "flu," the fierce "Tishoo" -- All ...
Lay me low, my work is done;I am weary. Lay me low,Where the wild flowers woo the sun,Where the balmy ...
A monarch on his death-bed lay — Did censors waft perfume,And soft lamps pour their silvery ray, Thro' his proud ...
Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire Enlarged From "Puck of Pook's Hill" When I left Rome ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on ...
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order! March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All ...
I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games, Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn ...
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh to ...
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