The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Fifth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
I see a little group about my chair, Lovers of stories all! First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk ...
MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.Pohyola's fair and winsome daughter,Glory of the land and water,Sat upon the bow of heaven,On its highest ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington inParis, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) Ay, it ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
IHe sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,And his wizened ...
II saw thee once. I shall know thee ever.Beyond the frantic meshOf thy wild sorrowing flesh,Oh, thou wert beautiful!Let me ...
'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare When the eddies of peat-smoke justle, When the wraiths of ...
Who wisely reades thy lines may well be bolde,Pythagoras his Paradoxe to holde,That dead mens soules (for which men fondly ...
United around the flagWith one desire and one goalLet us pledge our word of honorTo fight for our salvationOnly he ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
She let her golden ball fall down the well And begged a cold frog to retrieve it; For which she ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
Since you did depart Out of my reach, my darling, Into the hidden, I see each shadow start With recognition, ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
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