The Song Of May (James Avis Bartley Poems)
To mountains hoar and russet plain,A joyous sprite, I come again;With many a sweet and joyous strain,And break grim winter's ...
To mountains hoar and russet plain,A joyous sprite, I come again;With many a sweet and joyous strain,And break grim winter's ...
In the woods and meadows green,May shines forth so pleasantly,That the lovely prospect thereJoy enough might bring to me:But I ...
SIGH not for love,-the ways of love are dark! Sweet Child, hold up the hollow of your hand And catch the sparks ...
The Sunne which glads, the earth at his bright sight,When in the morne he showes his golden face,And takes the ...
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,And to the rural hamlets fly;Behold! the wintry storms are gone;A gentle radiance glads the ...
As some gay flow'ret brightly rears, Its head beside the pilgrim's way,And charms away his flowing tears, And glads him, with its ...
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
BENEATH a father's roof two brethren dwelt,And each domestic comfort truly felt;What farther pleasure could their souls require?The happy sons ...
Dear husband, raise me in thine arms,-the hour is drawing nearWhen I must part with thee, and these our little ...
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
Lo! where beside yon verdant plain Sweet Avon winds his way, And smiling laves thy rich demain, Sir Peter Rivers ...
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; And like a ...
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waistOf the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,Which heave with ...
WELL have ye spoken, but the words ye said Stir in my constant soul nor love, nor rage; Through you ...
And does she still perceive, her curtain drawn, white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish'd with the untold approach of ...
Tis ev'ning now! —the vesper-starWith smiles of beauty glads the sky,And breathings from the light guitar,Are blending with the minstrel's ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
Oh, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and ...
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