Evolution (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
HUNGER that strivest in the restless arms Of the sea-flower, that drivest rooted things To break their moorings, that unfoldest ...
HUNGER that strivest in the restless arms Of the sea-flower, that drivest rooted things To break their moorings, that unfoldest ...
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh ...
'Tis Nancy's birth-day--raise your strains, Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains, And sing with more than usual glee To Nancy, ...
I have a hoard of treasure in my breast; The grange of memory steams against the door, Full of my ...
Oh, "rorty" was a mid-Victorian word Which meant "fine, splendid, jolly," And often to me it has reoccurred In moments ...
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