Autumn Days (William Henry Drummond Poems)
In dreams of the night I hear the callOf wild duck scudding across the lake,In dreams I see the old ...
In dreams of the night I hear the callOf wild duck scudding across the lake,In dreams I see the old ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in Susskind's House. LIEBHAID, CLAIRE, REUBEN.LIEBHAID.The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.Look forth, Claire; moves ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
ACT III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
FRAGMENT I.--PROLOGUE. Dans nos vastes cit?s, par le sort partag?s, Sous deux injustes lois les hommes sont rang?s: Les uns, ...
Aunt Rose-now-might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
_Plusieurs jeunes files entourent un petit enfant... le caressent..._--_On dit que tu as fait une chanson pour Pannychis, ta cousine?_--_Oui, ...
Souvent sur la montagne, ? l'ombre du vieux ch?ne, Au coucher du soleil, tristement je m'assieds; Je prom?ne au hasard ...
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
J'aime les ombres Et les ?chos, Les reflets sombres Au fond des eaux. Le ciel si beau Mire sa face ...
Spanish Debout sur mon orgueil je veux montrer au soirL'envers de mon manteau endeuill? de tes charmes,Son mouchoir infini, son ...
Old Mr. Philosopher Comes for Ben and Claire, An ugly man, a tall man, With bright-red hair. The books that ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
Father is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music- I chose ...
Double red daisies, they're my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try ...
Her laugh infectious her smile so wide how I miss that each Wednesday night The sparkle in her mischief the ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale ...
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