Dante And Nino (Constance Naden Poems)
Translated From the Italian of Dante ("Purgatorio," Canto VIII., v. 43-84).AGAIN Sordello spoke-- "Into this dell, Among the mighty Dead, ...
Translated From the Italian of Dante ("Purgatorio," Canto VIII., v. 43-84).AGAIN Sordello spoke-- "Into this dell, Among the mighty Dead, ...
Thou who hast carried thy benignant smile To distant regions ...
Back to where the roses restRound a shrine of holy name,(Yes -- they knew me when I came)More of peace ...
(All of them from two stories in a single magazine.)She "greeted" and he "volunteered"; She "giggled"; he "asserted";She "queried" and ...
The time is twilight and the season Spring. A soft moist air with odours of the soil Is tilled, and ...
O precious codex, volume, tome, Book, writing, compilation, workAttend the while I pen a pome, A jest, a jape, a ...
If our own life is the life of a flower (And that's what some sages are thinking),We should moisten ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say, Though late it be, though lily-time be past, Though all ...
An error chanced in the moonlight garden Of a once inviolate love. Shuddering I came on an outworn deceit, And ...
The wall-flowers to the frolic windDo dance their golden aigulets,And elf-maids steal the hawthorn beadsTo wear for fairy amulets.The spring ...
The gray winds call o'er Carrowmore, Call in the white of the dawn, And the grasses sigh o'er Carrowmore ...
The Sabbath morning from the night awoke All sunshine crowned: rough men disdaining toil Had cleared their brows from work-day's ...
Only a Dream! It floated thro' The sky of a lonely sleepAs floats a gleam Athwart the Blue Of ...
If our own life is the life of a flower (And that's what some sages are thinking), We should moisten ...
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
It hurts my pride that I should be The issue of a night of lust; Yet even Bishops, you'll agree, ...
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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