The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
Buy my roses, citizens,-- Here are roses golden white,Like the stars that lovers watch On a purple summer night.Here are roses ruddy ...
1.Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more ...
Who does his duty is a question Too complex to be solved by me,But he, I venture the suggestion, Does part of ...
From heaven of a childhood lifeA farewell to me you're sending,The ever-loyal dear friendsWithin a red worn down binding.On learning ...
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been ...
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