Violetta (Edwin Arnold Poems)
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
Nay, Hylas, I have come To where life's landscape takes a western slope, And breezes from the occidental ...
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
There be sweet wreaths upon the brow of spring,Thornless, as those which bloom in Paradise,And fresh as Love's first feelings,—bright, ...
I.On thy couch of cloud reclined, Wake, O soft and sacred Wind! Soft and sacred will we name thee, Whosoe'er ...
I walk down the Valley of Silence -Down the dim, voiceless valley - alone!And I hear not the fall of ...
Here in my garden at the long day's closeI sing again her Majesty the Rose. The Rose who can with ...
To learned Athens, led by fame,As once the man of Tarsus came,With pity and surpriseMidst idol altars as he stood,O'er ...
Forth Spring! The vernal breaths of sunny landsO'er earth diffuse. The bursting bud expands,And welcome leaves, lured by the sunlight ...
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary ...
Now, see! the time is come when solemnly and slowThe flowers on their stem like shaken censers fume;When sounds and ...
Go count the violets on April's breast, And all the rosy censers swung by June; Yea, every flower that opens, ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, Crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice; First wash thy heart in innocence; ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
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