A Dialogue At Fiesole (Alfred Austin Poems)
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;And the ...
Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee, Whom without coat and hatless I see? ...
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks, Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,Of stacks ...
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