The Lay Of Marie – Canto Second (Matilda Betham Poems)
Some, fearing Marie's tale was o'er, Lamented that they heard no more; While Brehan, from her broken lay, Portended what she yet might ...
Some, fearing Marie's tale was o'er, Lamented that they heard no more; While Brehan, from her broken lay, Portended what she yet might ...
THE SAINT. Ossian, enough of this dotard theme,Lit up at the meteor--blaze of a dream,Wanton and vain as ever was fann'dBy ...
All touch, all eye, all ear, The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech. O'er the thin texture of its frame The varying periods ...
1.I went out into the night of quiet stars;I looked up at the wheeling heavens, at the mysterious firmament;I thought ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
Roll back, roll back a hundred years,Thou ever-rolling wheel of time ;Restore again dead hopes and fears,Exhume the undiscovered crime.Why ...
I CHANCED to stray along the barren hillsThat stretch from Botany Bay to Sydney CoveOne cloudy morn. Full many a ...
Since man has been articulate,Mechanical, improvidently wise,(Servant of Fate),He has not understood the little criesAnd foreign conversations of the smallDelightful ...
A maiden from the Bosphorus,With eyes as bright as phosphorus,Once wed the wealthy bailiffOf the caliphOf Kelat.Though diligent and zealous, ...
Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold,Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke,I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold,With ...
A late snow beatsWith cold white fists upon the tenements -Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutters,Like tall old slatternsPulling aprons about ...
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
SONG I.WILD wing my notes, fierce passions urge the strain; Strong flame the fires that kindle in my soul; I ...
O Tragic hours when lovers leave each other !Then every mistress feels herself a mother,And, making of her lap a ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine ...
Author Note: The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which ...
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