Occasional Address (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
In the streets of Constance was heard the shout, ``Masters! bring the arch—heretic out!'' The stake had been planted, the ...
Trapped amid the woods with guileThey've led her bound in fetters vileTo death, a deadlier sorceressThan any born for earth's ...
Never since the race was started,Had a boy in any clime,Cause to be so thankful-hearted,As the boys of present time.Not ...
I could not hope that one so rarely fair As thou, could firmly brook this shameful brand, This bare exposure ...
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
TO live within a cave--it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, ...
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. ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke As rice is cooked on faggots and carried to ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
O! What are you doing, And where are you going? Your ponies need shoeing! The River is flowing! O! Tra-la-la-lally ...
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
An Ancient gaffer once I knew, Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard; He claimed a hundred years or ...
Oh, it is good to drink and sup, And then beside the kindly fire To smoke and heap the faggots ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
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