The Fire Soul (George Charles Selden Poems)
I sat by my fire in the night, in the night, The darkness grew deeper around me, The ...
I sat by my fire in the night, in the night, The darkness grew deeper around me, The ...
A mole shows blackBetween her mouth and cheek.As if a negro,Coming into a garden,Wavered between a purple roseAnd a scarlet ...
The great Emperor OttoCould not decide upon a motto.His mind wavered betweenL'?tat C'est Moi, and Ich Dien.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice -- In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That ...
Though for your sake I would not have you now So near to me tonight as now you are, God ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
She stands as pale as Parian statues stand; Like Cleopatra when she turned at bay, And felt her strength above ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes, The deep grey windows of her heart, were wet, Methought they softened ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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