Adelaide Ironside (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
Knowest thou now, O Love! Oh pure from the death of thy summer of sweetness!Seest thou now, O new-born Delight ...
Knowest thou now, O Love! Oh pure from the death of thy summer of sweetness!Seest thou now, O new-born Delight ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fellThro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,And with its rich, deep, ...
SOUND not the Horn!--the guarded relic keep: A faithful sharer of its master's sleep: His life it gladden'd--to his life ...
ON the Sabbath-day, Through the churchyard old and gray, Over the crisp and yellow leaves I held my rustling ...
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