The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Fifth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
PLATE IRixa super meroThey sat by their wine in the tavern that night,But not in good fellowship true:The Rhenish was ...
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
The wassail had reached its stormy height, The feast was over in hall, When there came and stood at the ...
To the memory of Frank Littlehanged at MidnightI Six men drove up to his house at midnight, and woke the ...
Thou wants my vote, young man wi' t' carpet-bags, Weel, sit thee down, an' hark what I've to say.It's ...
It was an' aboot the Lammas time,In sixteen forty-three, sirs,That there fell oot the awfu' fecht'Twixt Macfadden an' Macfee, sirs.Macfadden, ...
Avaunt! What news is this I hear Of portent grim and sinister?Is he, whose words insult mine ear, A mere, ...
Every time would have its songIf the heart were right,Seeing Love all tender-strongFills the day and night.Weary drop the hands ...
'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had beentorn up by the roots.'When I presage the time shall ...
Dead--he is dead! The rouge has left a trace On that thin cheek where shone, perchance, a tear, Even while ...
Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old:A fresher birth brings every new year in.Years are Christ's napkins to ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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