Mazelli – Canto III (George W Sands Poems)
I.With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,Wide waves the morn her golden wing;With countless variegated beamsThe empurpled orient glows and ...
I.With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,Wide waves the morn her golden wing;With countless variegated beamsThe empurpled orient glows and ...
I.Aye, strike with sacrilegious aimThe temple of the living God;Hurl iron bolt and seething flameThrough aisles which holiest feet have ...
Ye soft sighing zephyrs through foliage and vine! Ye echoing moans from the footsteps of time! Break not on the silence, unless ...
O sweeter than the breath of southern windWith all its perfumes is the whisper'd prayerFrom infant lips, and gentler than ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
Does pleasant spring return once more? Does earth her happy youth regain?Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er; Soft brooklets ...
Oh! I am weary of a world, where vice,Like the destroying canker-worm, doth windInto the bosom's core of those who ...
Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes ...
Does pleasant spring return once more? Does earth her happy youth regain? Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er; Soft ...
They came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, ...
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