Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part IV. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
Oh, Life, I have taken you for my Lover, I rent your veils and I found you fair ;If a fault ...
Low-hung in darkness, steeped in tyranny,The earth was but a prison-pen for man,When a swift impulse leaped from sea to ...
The skies are blue above my head, The prairie green below,And flickering o'er the tufted grass The shifting shadows go,Vague-sailing, where the ...
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore,Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there ...
Still, of her course, two hours had night to run; Yet, for departure so had all prepared; So the Egyptians, ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
Into my life, out of Paradise, She came like a bird, and the low-hung skies With the muttered threats of ...
WOULDST thou not be content to die When low-hung fruit is hardly clinging, And golden Autumn passes by? Beneath this ...
WINDS that fanning close and byre Scarce the fading leafage stir;Scarlet berries on the briar, Each a rose's sepulchre.Crimson ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the ...
Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand Upraised ...
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