The Complaint Of Fancy (Matilda Betham Poems)
To A. R. C.AS, musing, late I sat reclin'd,And waking dreams absorb'd my mind,A damsel came, of various dyes,Like painted ...
To A. R. C.AS, musing, late I sat reclin'd,And waking dreams absorb'd my mind,A damsel came, of various dyes,Like painted ...
A crossbow old, with lathe and gaffle grim,And carven stock, hung in a castle hall—Mere bricabrac, but on the distance ...
The melody of autumn Is the only tune I know, And I sing it over and over Because it thrills me so; It stirs ...
THEN, lowly bending, with seraphic grace,The vase he proffer'd full; and not a gemDrawn forth successive from its sparkling place,But ...
OLD Man, your pearls are not for us, Your rubies die too soon:Have you the pearls of Sirius, Or opals of the ...
Undulant rustlings,Of oncoming silk,Rhythmic, incessant,Like the motion of leaves…Fragments of colorIn glowing surprises…Pink inuendoesHooded in grayLike buds in a cobwebPearled ...
The horses were ready,The rails were down,But the riders lingered stillOne had a parting word to sayAnd one had his ...
IIn far-off England, years ago, There dwelt a wise old sageWho, from the book of future years Could tare for ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Extracts from the Prologue I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is ...
The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride poniesmysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of ...
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,Unknowing, day by day,That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colourThat ...
Thine eyes are opals through some veiling vapor seen:Mysterious changeful, are they blue or grey or green?Dream they of death ...
What islands marvellous are these,That gem the sunset's tides of light--Opals aglow in saffron seas?How beautiful they lie, and bright,Like ...
There's in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Against these turbid turquoise skies The light and luminous balloons Dip and drift like satin moons Drift like silken butterflies; ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
Windows pampered like princes always see what on occasion deigns to trouble us: the city that, time and again, where ...
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