The Prophecy Of Merlin (Anne Bannerman Poems)
FOR three long nights had King Arthur watch'd,The light from the turret shone !For three long nights had King Arthur ...
FOR three long nights had King Arthur watch'd,The light from the turret shone !For three long nights had King Arthur ...
'TWAS the Pentecost time of tournamentAt the court of high Castile,And the first, among the Spanish knights,Was the prince of ...
DOST see by that rock, with its summit of snow,Which the frost-ribbed billows are mining below;'Twas there that one night,...to ...
The sun has sunk 'neath yonder distant hill,A hush pervades the world and all is still; And twilight shadows lengthen ...
The night hung o'er Virginia's forest wild, Stately with beauty unsurpassed beforeShone the full moon serenely; and the windAs it ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
The earth was without form and void; the deep Wore on its face a pall of death-like gloom. A secret ...
"INDIFFERENCE come! thy torpid juices shed On my keen sense: plunge deep my wounded heart, In thickest apathy, till it ...
Italia! in thy bleeding heart, I thought, e'en hope was dead;That from thy scarred and prostrate form, The spark of ...
Oh Sun! oh glorious Sun!The spell of winter binds me strong and dreadIn the dark sleep, the coldness of the ...
When o'er the chords thy fingers stray,My spirit leaves its mortal clay, A statue there I stand;Thy spell controls e'en ...
There's that in our lone Bush, I know not what,Which 'genders silence; I've all that to learn.Here, there and everywhere, ...
I LAY awake and listened, ere the light Began to whiten at the window pane. The world was all asleep: ...
My darling, now the slumber of the night Lies on thy eyelids, and thy guiltless heart Rocks, like an empty ...
Like a worm-fretted visage from the tomb,The moon unswathes her hollow, shrunken head,Launching such light as foulders on the deadFrom ...
Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor reproach Those pulsing limbs for this hostility To timid life, that cast in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
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