The Makers Of Florence (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I trod the streets of that fair Tuscan town And saw the men that Florence called her own; In pictured effigy and ...
I trod the streets of that fair Tuscan town And saw the men that Florence called her own; In pictured effigy and ...
Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,Ripens ...
I have declared this Linden to be holy,that I continue to see as a woman.Far enough away there's but little ...
When roars the wind and beats the rain,A face before my window-pane—A phantom of the storm—I see,My own benighted effigy.So, ...
"Thou shalt no graven image make;"And yet, O sculptor, for the sakeOf such an effigy as I—The superscription like the ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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 ...
I.We passed the low stone wall, and stoodBeside the heedless dead,That lay 'unknowing and unknown'Each in his narrow bed --O'er ...
IN the worn and dusty annalsOf our old and quiet town,With its streets of leafy beauty.And its houses quaint and ...
Her drooping wrist, her armMove as a swan should move,First singing when death dawnsUpon the plumaged flesh.But here no swan ...
Go, since you must, but, Dearest, knowThat, Honour having bid you go,Your honour, if your life be spent,Shall have a ...
Don't come near me!Be an effigyOn the stone wall of the ancient cathedral,High up and unapproachable,To stay on as an ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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