Rosara’s Chain. The Ivory Halls. (Alicia LeFanu Poems)
As down the circling wave they glide,Thus spoke at length the Elfin guide:"My friend, behold the favoured coast,"Where ...
As down the circling wave they glide,Thus spoke at length the Elfin guide:"My friend, behold the favoured coast,"Where ...
WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AUGUST 1834-THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE. Darkness upon the mountain and the vale- Forest and ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
I AM a weakling. God, who made The still, strong man, made also me. The God who ...
He came when tyranny was ripe, a torchThat lit the darkened avenue of hope,He came from cabin, ragged, poor, and ...
The evening passes fast away.'Tis almost time to rest;What thoughts has left the vanished day,What feelings in thy breast?The vanished ...
ONE ballade more before we say good-night, O dying Muse, one mournful ballade more! Then let the new men fall ...
I HAD a star to sing by, a beautiful star that led,But when I sang of its splendour the world ...
Curling smoke from a chimney low,And only a few more steps to go,Faces pressed at a window paneWatching for someone ...
High on its curving hillside The windmill stands and seesBelow it copse and pasture And hamlet bowered in ...
What smouldering senses in death's sick delayOr seizure of malign vicissitudeCan rob this body of honour, or denudeThis soul of ...
"GATHER all kindreds of this boundless realm To speak a common tongue in thee! Be thou- Heart, pulse, and ...
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle ...
You love us when we're heroes, home on leave, Or wounded in a mentionable place. You worship decorations; you believe ...
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