Of old, on her terrace at evening . . (Christopher Brennan Poems)
Of old, on her terrace at evening - not here - in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening - not here - in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening …not here…in some long-gone kingdom O, folded close to her breast!… —our gaze ...
From the sad leaves withdrawn,Remote, estranged and cold,Forgetful autumn's goldAlone abides in some December dawn.Tearless and clear and chillAs eyes ...
This is the end of him, here he lies: The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,The mould ...
In the first watch no death but made us mourn; Now tearless eyes run down the daily roll, Whose names ...
Cry out upon the crime, and then let slipThe dogs of hate, whose hanging muzzles trackThe bloody secret; let the ...
There's a soul in the Eternal,Standing stiff before the King.There's a little English maidenSorrowing.There's a proud and tearless woman,Seeing pictures ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my ...
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