At Keat’s Grave (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
"I feel the flowers growing over me."Prophetic thought! Behold, no cypress gloomPortrays in dim memorial the doomThat quenched the ray ...
"I feel the flowers growing over me."Prophetic thought! Behold, no cypress gloomPortrays in dim memorial the doomThat quenched the ray ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
1382It is a dream, I know:--Yet on the pastOf this dear England if in thought we gaze,About her seems a ...
"King and Queen of the Pelicans we;No other Birds so grand we see!None but we have feet like fins!With lovely ...
1700-1702Oft in midnight visions Ghostly by my bedStands a Father's image, Pale discrowned head:----I forsook thee, Father! Was no child ...
Blind in these stony streets, dumb in their crowds,What can I do but dream of other days?Whose is the love ...
Once more, once more into the sunny fields Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young ...
I care not for my Lady's soul Though I worship before her smile; I ...
The Soul, of late a lovely sleeping child, Spreads sudden wings and stands in radiant guise, Eyed like the morn ...
(For Aline) Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my ...
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing Where the starlike sea gulls soar; The sun was keen and ...
SEE where the light streams over Connla's fountain Starward aspire! The sacred sign upon the holy mountain Shines in white ...
Far back when I went zig-zagging through tamarack pastures you were my genius, you my cast-iron Viking, my helmed lion-heart ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
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