The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover's tale, Throughout ...
More coal, Bill, he said, and he held his watch to the light of the glowing fire; "We are now ...
Poet.Beautiful silver-winged spirits of good,That hide in the leaves of the loneliest wood;Green-kirtled fairies whom none may seeBut the soul ...
I."Through the summer day, through the weary day, We have glided long; Ere we speed to the Night through her ...
Ah, the stream by the ruin in the wood Has long ago run dry,And the only voice in the solitude ...
IT was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, ...
In the quiet hush of the tender night, When my eyes fill up with tears,Comes my darling unto me, all ...
HAIL! silent hour of peace serene,No busy din disturbs the scene;The sons of toil their labours close,And taste the sweets ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.The stars whirl out, the ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,The stars wheel out, the ...
I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.In ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely sat In the morning clear and ...
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