The Vision Of Sir Lamoracke (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
Argument:As I was going to Saint IvesI met seven wives.Every wife had seven sacks;Every sack had seven cats;Every cat had ...
Argument:As I was going to Saint IvesI met seven wives.Every wife had seven sacks;Every sack had seven cats;Every cat had ...
I. Oh ponder well! do not me blameOh ponder well! do not me blameFor Follies that are past,If e'er I'm guilty ...
Dearest, best and brightest,Come away,To the woods and to the fields!Dearer than this fairest dayWhich, like thee to those in ...
A minstrel old, in feudal hall, When wassail bowls were brimm'd and flowing,Responsive to his chieftain's call, And joyous dame, young, bright, ...
Best and brightest, come away!Fairer far than this fair Day,Which, like thee to those in sorrow,Comes to bid a sweet ...
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, She rode by fields of barley, By morning-glories filled with rain, And beechen branches gnarly. She ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
As Venus sat mop'd, no Mars to divert her,Her good Man asleep, whom she wished alerter;"I'll e'en take a Ride, ...
I.—TO MISTRESS BARBARAThere were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,And quoth to your ...
Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo, And ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
DEAR sir, good-morrow! Five years back, When you first girded for this arduous track, And under various whimsical pretexts Endowed ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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