Passing By Helicon (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the ...
There was fear and desolation over swarthy Egypt's land,From the holy city of the sun to hot Syen?'s sand;The sistrum ...
to make everything clearlive backwards take walks in the woodstearing hairwhen you recognize firein a lamp a stovesay wherefore you ...
She stood upon the loftiest peak,Amidst the clear blue sky, A bitter smile ...
THE hills all glow'd with a festive light,For the royal city rejoic'd by night:There were lamps hung forth upon tower ...
Ye giant shades of RA and TUM,Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian,If murmurs of our planet comeTo exiles in the precincts ...
AN INDIAN LEGEND. (MAHADEVA is one of the numerous ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he ...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
Ye, who in alleys green and leafy bow'rs, Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth; Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy ...
Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the ...
First was the world as one great cymbal made, Where jarring winds to infant Nature played. All music was a ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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