Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part IV. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,And guide my lonely way,To where yon taper cheers the valeWith hospitable ray.'For here, forlorn ...
I stand within the stony, arid town, I gaze for ever on the narrow street;I hear for ever passing up and ...
Long time one whisper'd in his ear-- "Give me my strong, pure soul; behold'Tis mine to give what men hold dear-- The ...
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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