Alonzo And Cora – Part III (Elizabeth Scot Poems)
MISFORTUNE'S stings transfix the purest heart,And souls, unknown to guilt, with anguish smart.Not virtue can secure the good man's state,Nor ...
MISFORTUNE'S stings transfix the purest heart,And souls, unknown to guilt, with anguish smart.Not virtue can secure the good man's state,Nor ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
THE MOTHER'S COUNSEL.Ahti, hero of the Islands,Wild magician, Lemminkainen,Also known as Kaukomieli,Hastened from the great carousal,From the banquet-halls of Louhi,From ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
A Report, though false, at that time generally believed. FALLEN are thy towers, Byzantium! towers that stoodBefore the Turk's dread ...
PART ICOME, gentle maidens, gather round.Bring sprigs of rosemary and rue,Strew virgin lilies on the ground,And the wild rose embalm'd ...
TO APOLLON. Bright-haired Apollon! Thou that ever art A blessing to the world! whose generous heart Aye overflows with love ...
To the Honourable Elizabeth Sedley, Learning to Spin, She and the Author equally having an aversion to a Spider.Wou'd you, ...
1 I don't believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not ...
Of mornings, bright and early,When the lark is on the wingAnd the robin in the mapleHops from her nest to ...
COME thou, th' APOLLO who my song inspires,And warms my breast with more than poets' fires;For whom my numbers still ...
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings Were bearing me - a Ganymede - Away from earth; distress was growing Like ...
NOT a line of her writing have I, Not a thread of her hair, No mark of her late time ...
at news of her death Not a line of her writing have I Not a thread of her hair, No ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
YEAR of meteors! brooding year! I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs; I would sing ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
When I was a boy I called the moon a white plate of jade, sometimes it looked like a great ...
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