On Seeing Mrs. Kean As Constance In King John (Anne C Lynch Poems)
'Twas no illusion; from the Past the veil was rent away;The tide that never changes ebbed, and bore me to ...
'Twas no illusion; from the Past the veil was rent away;The tide that never changes ebbed, and bore me to ...
IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns;Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering ...
WHEN my life has enough of love, and my spirit enough of mirth,When the ocean no longer beckons me, when ...
I was content, O Sea, to be free for a space from striving, Content as the brown weed is, ...
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
Just see what's happening Worley! Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his noseAnd serjeant Hyde went too to snuff ...
Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his nose,And Sergeant Hoad went too. to snuff the ...
Hovering wings of terns Over the rock-pools flutter, For the tide, ebbed far out, Seems to stumble ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
The sea, a pale blue crystal cup, With pale water was brimmed up; And there was seen, on either hand. ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie -- It ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
HE bent above: so still her breath What air she breathed he could not say, Whether in worlds of life ...
I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare Winters before I was born of song and story, ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
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