Perdita (Florence Earle Coates Poems)
" SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales ...
" SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales ...
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
John, John, bad King John Shamed the throne that he sat on; Not a scruple, not a straw, Cared this ...
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Said he: "You saw the Master clear; By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
YE Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed, The siluer scaly trouts doe tend full well, and greedy pikes which ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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