Civile Bellum (Charles Dawson Shanly Poems)
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;Ring me a ball in the ...
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;Ring me a ball in the ...
The pathway to my heart by fewIs sought, to few that pathway known,So deep a thicket round it sown,With grass ...
I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,Whose bounding heart God folded upIn His, as shuts when day is done,Upon the ...
Why bends she o'er that glittering toy With such an earnest gaze,As if those flashing jewels cast Love glances in ...
Seven days since I saw my sister,And sickness invaded me;I am heavy in all my limbs,My body has forsaken me.When ...
By thine own tears thy song must tears beget,O Singer! Magic mirror thou hast noneExcept thy manifest heart; and save ...
When vain desire at last and vain regretGo hand in hand to death, and all is vain,What shall assuage the ...
MYSTERY: lo! betwixt the sun and moon Astarte of the Syrians: Venus Queen Ere Aphrodite was. In silver sheen Her ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Your picture smiles as first it smiled, The ring you gave is still the same, Your letter tells, O changing ...
Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? ...
For love-I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes. Love is dead in us ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own ...
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
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