The Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
THE DEAD SINGERA POET'S soul has sung its way to God;Has loosed its luminous wings from earthly thongs,And soared to ...
On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
I. When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said, At home, we needn't go that day), and none Of us ate ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
I. CHRISTMAS DAY.O happy day, with seven-fold blessings setAmid thy hallowed hours-the memories dearOf childhood's holidays-and household cheer,When friends and ...
With supple boughs and new-born leaflets crowned,Rejoicing in fresh verdure stands the tree,Though weather-scarred and scooped by fire may beIts ...
As by the instrument she took her place,The expectant people, breathing sigh nor word,Sat hushed, while o'er the waiting ivory ...
This pleasant tale is like a little copse:The honied lines do freshly interlace,To keep the reader in so sweet a ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
The river boat had loitered down its way; The ropes were coiled, and business for the day Was ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive, The shadows of tree-trunks and ...
WHERE the singers of Saturn find tongue, Where the Galaxy's lovers embrace, Our world and its beauty are sung! They ...
Ah, lute, how well I know each tone of thee, From shrillest treble unto solemn bass, The power of every ...
This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines so freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face, Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture, Hath his front built of alabaster pure; ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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