The Abencerrage : Canto I. (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
"Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the ...
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
God of my life! and author of my days!Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise;And trembling, take upon a ...
Ladies and gentlemen: I take this opportunityTo introduce myself and mention that, much as we may deplore the fact, we ...
Ebbs and flows the restless river In the city streetWhere the great nerve centres quiver, Where the pulses ...
Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power in the land;His city bank had granted him an autocratic hand; For our ...
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely ...
To make a bridgeBetween poetry and proseTo make a movable bridgeBetween this year and next yearTo know the male from ...
Stars in the heavens turn, I worship like a star, And in its footsteps learn Where peace and wisdom are. ...
A moment the wild swallows like a flight Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high, Toss in the windrack ...
Villages to the horizons, extends the field from our maternity; Spring has just arrived. The light veil of snow is ...
THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away,And we who live, now scattered far and wide,Each in our separate centres ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
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