The Skeleton Priest; Or, The Marriage Of Death (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
Go! woo the sweet South-wind, vain man!The south-wind capricious and gay, To be steadfast and constant and true,-if you can,-To ...
I do not fear thee, Death!I have a bantering thought!—though I am toldThou art inflexible, and stern, and bold;And that ...
A charming maid got on the trainWith mother and her father,Bound for the western hill and plain,Expecting naught to bother,But ...
I left my home for travelling; Because I heard the strange birds sing In foreign skies, and felt their wing ...
I sinned a sin full of pleasure,In an embrace which was warm and fiery.I sinned surrounded by armsthat were hot ...
A dove went up, and struck the air Impatiently with all her wing; I said, "O bird thy journeyingIs like ...
Like to an aged poet who reviews An early volume, once his secret pride, With a distaste that scarcely can ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
The earth warming the world waiting impatiently for America to lead the carbon country great consumers needing to step up ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The sickness of desire, that in dark days Looks on the imagination of despair, Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Then there's the man who comes in every Saturday to loiter in Romance. His face may be milk-white but in ...
Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in the evening ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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