Medea in Athens (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Mr. B---n---r---d gives a Description of the Bathing. This morning, ...
Behold! As from the shades of night, An army gathers full of might, And strong with constant courage stands 'Tween ...
1. BOYCOTT, W. 5. PALEY, G. A. 2. FERGUSON, R. S. 6. ...
The winds that once the Argo bore Have died by Neptune's ruined shrines, And her ...
We put more coal on the big red fire, ...
Loved alike by Air and Water Aye must be Thessalia's daughter; To us, Olympian hearts, are given Spells that draw ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
The dust of Carthage and the dustOf Babel on the desert wold,The loves of Corinth, and the lust,Orchomenos increased with ...
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
Whirling along its living freight, it came,Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command—The roaring monster, blazing through the landAthwart the ...
SO the renowned Ithacensian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was seen, When leaving Home, he did attempt the Ire ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The "Golden Fleece" Fourth, no Discovery -- Fifth, no ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As ...
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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