The Ash In Spring (Charles Granville Poems)
Why so late in ebon cases Keep your tasselled finery, While so many sylvan fairies Trip it now right vernally? ...
Why so late in ebon cases Keep your tasselled finery, While so many sylvan fairies Trip it now right vernally? ...
I love in loneliness to stand afar,When lingering twilight gently rests around;And night is flinging from her "ebon car"O'er earth, ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I AM always inclined to suspect The best story under the sun As soon as by chance I detect That ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there! To ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see ...
I opened wide the bath-room door, And all at once switched on the light, When moving swift across the floor ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields Of Heav'n's empire, trembling seems to stand; 'Till rosy morn unlocks ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon," As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirst Of knowing about ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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