Ballade Of Amoureuse (Andrew Lang Poems)
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
Life's summer flown, the wint'ry tempest rude, Began to lower on the declining year; When smiles celestial gilt the prospect ...
Keats I admire thine upward daring Soul,Thine eager grasp at immortalityI deem within thy reach; -- rejoic'd I seeThee spurn, ...
"Young Celia gay, The other day, Before her mirror standing, Exclaim'd-""my form is Nature's pride, And beyond measure charming! To ...
On a Stone, in the Church-Yard at Boreham, inEssex; raised by the Honourable Elizabeth Olmius,to the memory of Ann Gardner, ...
CUPID one day ask'd his Mother, When she meant that he shou'd Wed? You're too Young, my Boy, she ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Let fair or foul my mistress be, Or low, or tall, she pleaseth me; Or let her walk, or stand, ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
CUPID one day ask'd his Mother, When she meant that he shou'd Wed? You're too Young, my Boy, she said: ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art, He pours the wild effusions of the heart; And if inspir'd 'tis ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
O SAD and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, ...
for Daniel Weissbort Some poems meant only for my eyes About a grief I can't let go But I want ...
They have my own fear of the dark, Tupapau - spirits of the dead they call it; Returning late with ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
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