The Elfin Valley (Mary Webb Poems)
By this low rock pool, dark and sweet,Where panting Summer cools her feet,No creature stirs, except the leavesThat sometimes glide ...
By this low rock pool, dark and sweet,Where panting Summer cools her feet,No creature stirs, except the leavesThat sometimes glide ...
We show no monstrous crocodile,Nor any prodigy of Nile;No Remora that stops your fleet,Like serjeant's gallants in the street;No sea-horse ...
VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire,Thou wer't a wonder past compare:But frozen Love and fierce disdainBy their extremes ...
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
England, cannot thy shores boast bards as great,And hearts as good as ever blest a State?When arts were rude and ...
Across the sands of Syria,Or possibly Algeria,Or some benighted neighborhood of barrenness and drouth,There came the Prophet Samu-u-elUpon the Only ...
Brilliant, this day - a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don't intend To write ...
Come, my Lucasia, since we see That miracles Men's Faith do move, By wonder and by prodigy To the dull ...
FIRST Be it a girl, or one of the boys, It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois, It is red, ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
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