Nathalocus (James Clerk Maxwell Poems)
I.Bleak was the pathway and barren the mountain,As the traveller passed on his wearisome way,Sealed by the frost was each ...
I.Bleak was the pathway and barren the mountain,As the traveller passed on his wearisome way,Sealed by the frost was each ...
On the storm-cloven Cape The bitter waves roll, With the bergs of the Pole,And the darks and the damps of the Northern ...
Blood-coloured oaks, that stand against a sky of gold and brass; Gaunt slopes, on which the bleak leaves glow of brier ...
Between all my torments between death and selfBetween my despair and the reason for livingThere is injustice and this evil ...
O'er the woods on the slope of yon mist-laden hill,The blood-coloured sun has set,And cool is the wind from those ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
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