Ave! (An Ode for the Shelley Centenary, 1892) (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Dear friends, let me to you relate A plan that I begot of yore,A plan to conquer, extirpate Slaveholding now ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
And should she die, her grave should beUpon the bare top of a sunny hill,Among the moorlands of her own ...
IT was heavy hap for that hero youngon his lord beloved to look and find himlying on earth with life ...
THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce,at the fort on the cliff, where, full of sorrow,all the morning earls ...
Throned like an empress on the south-most height, Keen, clear and brave, her eyes gaze northward farTo where, still ...
O for a thousand tongues to singMy great Redeemer's praise,The glories of my God and King,The triumphs of his grace!My ...
Matchless in breeding and beauty,a fine lady has taken refugein this forsaken valley.She is of good family, she says,but her ...
October, 1918 Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides ...
I have taken advantage of the publication of a Second Edition of my translation of the Poems of Goethe (originally ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
I Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand I saw a Banner in gladsome air- Starry, like Berenice's Hair- ...
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