The Nuptials Of Attila (George Meredith Poems)
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,For all ...
IOn her great venture, Man,Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breastWhich is his well of strength, his home of ...
The silence of the white, bedewed way Was flanked still with the songs of amorous birds, Bruiting their joy for ...
I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,So quiet it seems after ...
AS from unnumbered worlds awayI found myself My drowsy feetToil up the hill; the summer heatThrobs through the vacant city ...
WHAT souls there be, what dark things hover-ingWithin my flesh I know not, yet they cryAlive although they voice my ...
It's spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,Where distance is alarmed and the house fears it may fall.Where ...
Somewhere beneath that piano's superb sleek black Must hide my mother's piano, little and brown with the back That stood ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
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