The Black Knight Of The Water (Anne Bannerman Poems)
EARL WILLIAM left his castle hall,When the sun shone, burning bright, at noon,He rode, rode on, thro' many a townTo ...
EARL WILLIAM left his castle hall,When the sun shone, burning bright, at noon,He rode, rode on, thro' many a townTo ...
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
There was fear and desolation over swarthy Egypt's land,From the holy city of the sun to hot Syen?'s sand;The sistrum ...
The light fell from the window and the day was doneAnother day of thinking and distractionsLove wrapped in its wings ...
A Weaver sat before his loom,The shuttle flinging fast,And to his web a thread of doomWas added at each cast.His ...
The Lord's son stood at the clear spring head, The May on the other side, "And stretch me ...
"BESIDE that tent and under guard In majesty alone he stands, As some chained eagle, broken-winged, With eyes that gleam ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
THE BRICKLAYER: I tell this tale, which is strictly true, Just by way of convincing you How very little, since ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I found that ivory image there Dancing with her chosen youth, But when he wound her coal-black hair As though ...
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and ...
In the wilds of Madagascar, Dwelt a Boola-boola maid; For her hand young men would ask her, But she always ...
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely sat In the morning clear and ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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