Mark Antony (John Cleveland Poems)
Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers,And the wild forester couched on the ground,Venus invited me in th' evening whispersUnto a ...
Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers,And the wild forester couched on the ground,Venus invited me in th' evening whispersUnto a ...
Poor Monsieur d'Alveron! I well rememberThe day I visited his ruinous cot,And heard the story of his fallen fortunes.It was ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
The rain-clouds have gone to the deep —The East like a furnace doth glow;And the day-spring is flooding the steep,And ...
(NORMANDE.)I AM weary of lying within the chaseWhen the knights are meeting in market-place.Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed ...
I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone Yet simple grace that marks thy poetry! True forester thou art, and still to ...
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,A forester deep in thy midmost trees,Did last eve ask my promise to refineSome English ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurstThe spot where the ruins decayOf the cottage, where Will ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
When Phoebus had melted the sickles of ice,With a hey down, &c.And likewise the mountains of snow,Bold Robin Hood he ...
[How the King's Daughter, having married me, a peasant, for love, heareth of the death of her only brother, and ...
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 ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
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