Dedication To Joseph Mazzini (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry ...
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry ...
I will die cheering, if I needs must die; So shall my last breath write upon my lips ...
Sale de Roma el penitente raro, Su rara penitencia comenzando, La qual prosigue con valor preclaro Toda la Italia y ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I. The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of ...
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
It does not hurt. She looked along the knife Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run Down the ...
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry or weed. Sweet ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
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