Passing By Helicon (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
I.YOUTHI LOVE to watch the world from here, for allThe numberless living portraits that are drawnUpon the mind. Far over ...
Was it a dream that all one summer nightWe toiled obscurely through a mighty woodTeeming with desperate armies; toiled to ...
The fact which suggested this poem is related by Clarke in his Travels.I.Blue sky above, blue sea below,Far off, the ...
These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. CrowsCaw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long,The trolls go up and the trolls go ...
To whom the heavy burden clings,It yet may serve him like a staff;One day the cross will break in wings,The ...
Oh, my youth was hot and eager,And my heart was burning, burning,And the present joy seemed meagre,Dwarfed by that perpetual ...
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent, That squatted within him wheresoever he went .......And ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
The birches are mad with green points the wood's edge is burning with their green, burning, seething-No, no, no. The ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
WHO would think this quiet breather From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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