The Old Fisherman (Matilda Betham Poems)
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
The brook ran laughing from the shade, And in the sunshine danced all day:The starlight and the moonlight made Its glimmering path ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
THE POETRY OF CHAUCER Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard ...
Picture some Isle smiling green 'mid the white-foaming ocean; -Full of old woods, leafy wisdoms, and frolicsome fays;Passions and pageants; ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
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