A Crusader’s Tomb (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
1230Unnamed, unknown:--his hands across his breast Set in sepulchral rest,In yon low cave-like niche the warrior lies, --A shrine within ...
1230Unnamed, unknown:--his hands across his breast Set in sepulchral rest,In yon low cave-like niche the warrior lies, --A shrine within ...
849-9011The fair-hair'd boy is at his mother's knee, A many-colour'd page before them spread, Gay summer harvest-field of gold and ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;Don't rec'lect what't wuz about, ...
Jesus, since I with thee am one,Confirm my soul in thee,And still continue to tread downThe man of sin in ...
2 CORINTHIANS, vii. 5. WHEN shall I sleep that long, long Sleep,From which no human voice can wake me--When o'er ...
What was thine errand here? Thy beauty was more exquisite than aught That from this marr?d earth ...
The busy scenes of day are now withdrawn,And evening darkens all the lawn.Soft thoughts and solemn musings blest,That touch the ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,-- Nigh to the age uv my youngest now; Don't rec'lect what't wuz ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
Athelstan King, Lord among Earls, Bracelet-bestower and Baron of Barons, He with his brother, Edmund Atheling, Gaining a lifelong Glory ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so, That mine own ...
THE FLESH "Sweet, thou art pale." "More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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