The Fall Of Nineveh. Book The Eighth (Edwin Atherstone Poems)
On the next morrow, early, rose the king; And sat upon his throne: at his right hand, The heroic queen: ...
On the next morrow, early, rose the king; And sat upon his throne: at his right hand, The heroic queen: ...
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
In that same moment when at Kohath's gate Paused the bright phantom--chariot,--to the eye Of Sethos, riding moodily alone, Appeared ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
THE wraiths of murdered hopes and loves Come whispering at the door, Come creeping through the weeping mist That drapes ...
While I hold as superficial him who has his young initial Neatly graven on his Turkish cigarette,Such a bit of ...
I She can be as wise as we, And wiser when she wishes; She can knit with cunning wit, And ...
238Kill your Balm-and its Odors bless you-Bare your Jessamine-to the storm-And she will fling her maddest perfume-Haply-your Summer night to ...
1898 Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service ...
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy Remains to him unknown -- The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine -- ...
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us The enchantless Pod When we advertise existence For the missing Seed -- Maddest ...
Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you -- Bare your Jessamine -- to the storm -- And she ...
It struck me -- every Day -- The Lightning was as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
No state is enviable. To the luck alone Of some few favoured men I would put claim. I bleed, but ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
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