Convict Once – Part Second. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
"Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother."O wondrous mother! since the dawn of timeWas ever love, was ...
ALMIGHTY God, from whom our being came,To whom it tends, blest be thy holy name!Blest when through pillared aisles we ...
Awake,ye forms of verse divine! Painting! descend on canvas wing,-And hover o'er my head, Design! Your son, your glorious son, I sing;At ...
Why have you now given way To so much flaws, unpleasant,When you had the grace to be So flawless, you, blessed ...
While I was the king of your heart, love,And you kept all your kisses for me,I'll wager no king on ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
FRAGMENT I.--PROLOGUE. Dans nos vastes cit?s, par le sort partag?s, Sous deux injustes lois les hommes sont rang?s: Les uns, ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
IT was the hour of dew and light;In heaven a conflagration coldOf roses burned, instead of clouds ;There was a ...
While I was the king of your heart, love, And you kept all your kisses for me, I'll wager no ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Down the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, Yet none the ...
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