Edwin and Eltrada, a Legendary Tale (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
"Arrest thy steps! On these sad plains, Fair dame, no farther go! But listen to the martial strains, Whose wildness speaks of woe! Hark! ...
What blooming banks, sweet Earn, or fairest Tay,Or Almond doth embrace! These many a dayWe haunted, where our pleasant pastoralsWe ...
The churches twelve of WallingfordA stately sight they were,When gleaming shields were hangingFrom every column fair;For a mile around the ...
XLIGuelpho next them the land and place possest,Whose fortunes good with his great acts agree,By his Italian sire, fro the ...
Curst be that busy Wretch, that human Beast,(Some crafty Statesman or ambitious Priest)Who first his own pernicious Schemes to buildHis ...
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable ...
THE sluggish morne as yet undrest, My Phillis brake from out her East; As if shee'd made a match to ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
Rose of Lancaster.* * * * *Encircled by a blooming bandOf peerless damsels, fair and young,Reclined yon canopy beneath,How bright ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting ...
"The sword of the Lord, and of Gideon." Through the years — from the far day of Flodden,From the gardens ...
Dame Charity one day was tiredWith nursing of her children three,-So might you beIf you had nursed and nursed so ...
_PROTHALAMION_1503Love who art above us all,Guard the treasure on her way,Flower of England, fair and tall,Maiden-wise and maiden-gay,As her northward ...
Rose of Lancaster.Her downcast eyes are bent on earth,On her wild harp one lily armRested - then swept the trembling ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses ...
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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