Rhodon And Iris. Act III (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slowOr by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,OR onward, where the rude Corinthian boorAgainst the houseless stranger ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, ...
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
Patience.See Consolation.--Where--e'er the FatesCall, or recall Us, let Us follow still:Whate'er it be, all Fortune is subdu'dBy Patience.--Evils, for which ...
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,How oft is buckled spur to heel,How many a steed in short relayStands harnessed ...
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose, What marts of crystal, for the eyes ...
URCHIN of the Syrian face,And half melancholy grace,With a look in your dark eyes,Sometimes deep and overwise;What shall be your ...
Spirit of Wisdom and of Power!The works of Egypt's mightiest hour,—The pyramid and vaulted tomb,—The peerless fane of David's son,The ...
Needes Shee another Monument of stone, Who had so many better than this one: All which were Noble Hearts, whom her decease, Transmuted ...
Oh beauty with weary arms in the pitying neon lightThat pours like death moans on your hair,Oh beauty with weary arms, ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
AND THE INHABITANTS OF ITS ENVIRONS. PROUD of her ancient Race, Britannia showsWhere, in her Wales, another Eden glows,And all ...
SWEET Poesy, whose soothing pow'r can chace The fiendlike forms which all our joys invade,When in thy flowing numbers ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
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