Bruce and the Abbot (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruitof your gifts and destructions, into my hand,I would ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
Oh ... there was love in her heart--no doubt of it-- Under the anger. But ...
ALACK-A-DAY for poverty! What jewels my mind doth give to thee! Carved agate stone porphyrogene, Green emerald and beryl green, ...
I believe in my heart that whenThe wounded heart sunk within the depth of God singsIt rises from the pond ...
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
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