The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
And must our brows with Cypresse sad be bound? Because Calista is with glory crownd, Immortall splendent bayes, that grow upon Mount Sion ...
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
Lycon. — Colin.Lycon.Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd,This wofull stownd, wherein all things complaineThis greate mishap, this ...
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violin, But held ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_When, after storms that woodlands rue, To valleys comes atoning dawn,The robins blithe their orchard-sports renew; And ...
Pour O pour that parting soul in songO pour it in the sawdust glow of nightInto the velvet pine-smoke air ...
I said: "My heart, now let us sing a song For a fair lady on her wedding-day; Some solemn hymn or pretty ...
BLUE-EYED grass in the meadow And yarrow-blooms on the hill,Cattails that rustle and whisper, And winds that are never still;Blue-eyed grass in ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
Thou, mounted on thy gallant steed, A mighty man dost ride,And I, thy little serving-boy, Run singing at ...
Three seasons only in his calendar My love has counted. First came opening spring, When love put forth, a weak ...
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering; How often I find myself standing ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Pour O pour that parting soul in song O pour it in the sawdust glow of night Into the velvet ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free, And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand; While caroling ...
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