Violetta (Edwin Arnold Poems)
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the ...
Three men that three gray mules bestrodeWent riding through a lonesome road --Dust from the largest to the leastUp to ...
I came into the City and none knew me; None came forth, none shouted 'He is here!Not a hand with ...
Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load From every stage and hostel of the Past, Do you not weary ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Weicheng morning rain moisten light dust Visitor house green green willow colour new Urge gentleman further finish one cup alcohol ...
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 ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
They threw me from the gates: my matted hair Was dank with dungeon wetness; my spent frame O'erlaid with marish ...
As in the hostel by the bridge I sate, Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete, And (O strange chance, more ...
HERE in the quiet eve My thankful eyes receive The quiet light. I see the trees stand fair Against the ...
IN summer time, with high imaginings Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim kings, The children crowned themselves with famous names, ...
There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he ...
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