Polyhymnia (George Peele Poems)
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,Elizabeth great Empresse of the ...
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,Elizabeth great Empresse of the ...
THE BRAVE FERRY-MAN[NOTE.--The great Sioux massacre in Minnesota commenced at the Agencyvillage, on the Minnesota River, early in the morning ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
The hour when Fancy, and Remembrance, weaveTheir fairest tissue of enchanted dreams. Twilight! still season of deep communings,And holiest hopes, ...
We parted—thou wert borne afar,Through lands of loveliness to range,Thy guide and hope, that glorious star,Which knows no dark'ning shade ...
Oh! I am weary of a world, where vice,Like the destroying canker-worm, doth windInto the bosom's core of those who ...
In Beauty's dwelling all things fair, And rich, to win her sweet smiles strove;But still young Beauty's only care ...
'Tis ruin all!—but o'er my heartA deeper change is hast'ning on;Its ev'ry dream will soon depart,Its ev'ry hope from earth ...
Nay! take the Rose, ere yet its grace,Its freshness, and its bloom, are gone;And be thy heart its resting placeUntil ...
I am so weary, Love !—a chain,Whose ev'ry link is form'd of pain,Clings round me, like the serpent-coil,Whose graspings crush ...
Come to my grave when I am gone,And bend a moment there alone;It will not cost thee much of painTo ...
Thou shalt know my love by his eagle-eye,And his lofty brow,Where in richness the dark curls clust'ring lieOn the forehead's ...
When the beautiful star of the West moves on,A lonely gem, through the fields of air;When the last faint flush ...
I turn from pleasures witching tone,Though sweet the syren-strain may beAnd wander silently, and lone,To think, my own best love! ...
Fresh may the flow'rs of remembrance remain When calmly thy sister is sleeping;And still may thy warm heart its ...
Yes, thou art like the blasting breath,Of that wild desert wind,Which leaves, in its career of death,No living thing behind;Ne'er ...
Let me sit in the twilight hour alone,And muse on the lov'd ones far away,Till my heart hath taken the ...
Je vis,—mais dans les larmes! Such is the heart whose treasur'd storeOf sweet, and early hope is gone:It withers to ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
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