The Pleasaunce. (Fidelia S T Hill Poems)
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Tho' all neglected now, the time hath beenWhen yon wide pleasaunce was the loveliest scene;When ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Tho' all neglected now, the time hath beenWhen yon wide pleasaunce was the loveliest scene;When ...
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau- 'Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all ...
I.MAY-DAY is come!--While yet the unwillng Spring Checks with capricious frown the opening year, Onward, where bleak winds have been ...
Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,Mary's spoilt nursling! wert thou wont to go?Or ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
May! - and I am no more among your spires,Dear Mother-city of my soul.May! - and my heart hath new ...
Oh, the garden ways are lonely!Winds that bluster, winds that shout,Battle with the strong laburnum,Toss the sad brown ...
Through all the wind-blown aisles of May,Faint bells of perfume swing and fall.Within this apple-petalled wall(A gray east, flecked with ...
ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON.[Inscribed, with deep and earnest sympathy, to her Mother, The Countess ...
What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day?The light through the leaves is streaming,—Paulina ...
I'm coming along with a bounding pace, To finish the work that spring begun; I've left them all with a ...
THE lilac-time is over, Laburnum's day is past, The red may-blossoms cover The white ones, fallen ...
I'M young, and it is early to leave the world behind, But my eyes are waxing dim, and I feel ...
Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow ...
The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly ...
I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at ...
I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
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