St. Laurence, Undercliff (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
ST. LAURENCE is a church beside the sea, Kissed by the southern wind perpetually. Those who may care to make ...
ST. LAURENCE is a church beside the sea, Kissed by the southern wind perpetually. Those who may care to make ...
Beside a well-reap'd field at Eventide, One laid him down to rest who'd wandered far, And fought and ...
Heaven shaped her ear in fashioning the shell, A pearly circlet, lined with faintest pink; So dainty thin, the light ...
I.Or shall we run with ArtemisOr yield the breast to Aphrodite?Both are mighty;Both give bliss;Each can torture if divided;Each claims ...
Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till ...
When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone Unto that watery desolation; Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray, That ...
WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house ...
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The bills ...
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Going to church. How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, ...
Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders How many cross, with half-reluctant feet, And unformed fears of dangers and disorders, To find ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
Desponding Phillis was endu'd With ev'ry Talent of a Prude, She trembled when a Man drew near; Salute her, and ...
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove's golden shield ...
A flying word from here and there Had sown the name at which we sneered, To be reviled and then ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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