Rosara’s Chain. The Golden Mines. (Alicia LeFanu Poems)
As still, with Hope's delusion gay,AMANTOR traced his devious way,A stately Palace rose to view;The walls were gold ...
As still, with Hope's delusion gay,AMANTOR traced his devious way,A stately Palace rose to view;The walls were gold ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the ...
On the 2nd of August, 1846AIR-"THE BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN" O'er plains and cities far away,All lorn and lost the morning ...
Forth Spring! The vernal breaths of sunny landsO'er earth diffuse. The bursting bud expands,And welcome leaves, lured by the sunlight ...
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the song ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time, The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
I starred that night, I shone: I was footwork and firework in one, a rocket that wriggled up and shot ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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