The Blind Girl Of Castel Cuille (Jacques Jasmin Poems)
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland mightRehearse this little tragedy aright;Let me attempt it with an English quill;And take, O ...
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland mightRehearse this little tragedy aright;Let me attempt it with an English quill;And take, O ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the ...
The feathery foliage has broadened its leaves, And June, with its beautiful mornings and eves, Its magical atmosphere, breezes and blooms, Its woods ...
'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembersAll the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried ...
O! THE rolling, rushing fire!O! the fire!How it rages, wilder, higher,Like a hot heart's fierce desire,Thrilled with passion that appalls ...
IN the far time of Earth's sweet maiden beauty,When Morning hung with rapture on her breast;When every sentient life paid ...
Recitative.Mourn, mourn, ye muses in the doleful'st strains,And with your tears spoil all the roads - and soak the neighb'ring ...
Country men of England,Who live at home with ease,And little think what dangersAre incident o' th' seas,Give ear unto the ...
Now, men of the North! will you join in the strifeFor country, for freedom, for honor, for life?The giant grows ...
What saith the Past to thee? Weep!Truth is departed!Beauty hath died like the dream of a sleep,Love is faint-hearted.Trifles of ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,But I wat they had better staid at hame;For Mitchell o Winfield he is dead,And ...
Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,I'll sing a song of heroes, and glorious liberty.Some lads ...
Triumph not, fools! and weep not, ye faint-hearted! Have ye believed that the supreme decree Of Heaven had ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
We are the smirched. Queen Honor is the spotless. We slept thro' wars where Honor could not sleep. We were ...
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