Crossing Solway (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
May 16: 1568Blow from the North, thou bitter North wind,Blow over the western bay,Where Nith and Eden and Esk run ...
May 16: 1568Blow from the North, thou bitter North wind,Blow over the western bay,Where Nith and Eden and Esk run ...
Come there ever memories, Harold,Like a half remembered songFrom the time of gladness vanishedDown the distance, oh, so long!Come they ...
IOnce a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came;Full of skill was he and heartless In pursuit of ...
I did love thee, Lily Lee,As the petrel loves the sea,As the wild bee loves the thyme,As the poet loves ...
I heard the Poor Old Woman say:"At break of day the fowler came,And took my blackbirds from their songsWho loved ...
Falsehood to thee would be the blackest crime My conscience frowns at; and 'twere falsehood sure To thee, whose soul ...
CXVII shall not flatter that gross mass of sin, Wicked myself, with this delusive thought, That my dear lady's spotless ...
I love thee, love thee! Let these words atone For all the others--for my jealous rage, My hot and hasty ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
v.1-7 L. M. Safety in public diseases and dangers. He that hath made his refuge God Shall find a most ...
A song for the fifth of November. Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say, Had not the Lord maintained our ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
The bird sits spelled upon the lithe brown wrist Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had lamed No feather limb, but ...
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