The Tragedy Queen (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
HER triumphs are over, the crownHas passed from her brow;And she smiles, "To whom now does the townMy poor laurels ...
HER triumphs are over, the crownHas passed from her brow;And she smiles, "To whom now does the townMy poor laurels ...
Like music heard in mellow chime, The charm of her transforming time Upon my senses steals As softly as from sunny walls, In day's ...
Part 1.This Indian weed now wither'd quite,Though green at noon, cut down at nightShows thy decay;All flesh is hay.Thus think, ...
PART I.This Indian weed, now withered quite,Though green at noon, cut down at night,Shows thy decay;All flesh is hay:Thus think, ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden ...
A KOKILA called from a henna-spray: Lira! liree! Lira! liree! Hasten, maidens, hasten away To gather the leaves of the ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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