Her Music (Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi Poems)
It trembled off the keys,-a parting kissSo sweet,-the angel slept upon his swordAs through the gate of Paradise we swept,-Partakers ...
It trembled off the keys,-a parting kissSo sweet,-the angel slept upon his swordAs through the gate of Paradise we swept,-Partakers ...
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
BIRTH OF THE HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Onward steered his goodly vessel,From the isle of Lemminkainen,From the borders of the village;Steered his ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
IHave you sent her all her letters? have you given her back herring?Have you tried to forget the haunting songs ...
If you stand where I stand— In my boudoir— (don't mind my shaving— I can't afford a barber)— you can ...
Holy silence of Thanksgiving!With the presence of the living,With the peace the season takes,Falling with the falling snowflakes,After the harrowing ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
The chaos of noise the cacophony of our days endless dissonance drowning our lives our spirits yearning wanting to find ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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