Friar Pedro’s Ride (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
White feet half hid in violets, small hands in a burden fair, A burden of Spring's first blossoms she wove ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,As many bee in the yeare,When young men and maides together do ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,The jay's rude matins now prevail,The smouldering fire of bastard oakNow blazes, freshened by ...
When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doomA sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.The wild things ...
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
Far above us where a jayScreams his matins to the day,Capped with gold and amethyst,Like a vapour from the forgeOf ...
As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall, The ...
If I could live to see beyond the night,The first spring morning break with fiery thrills,And tremble into rose and ...
I have a gentil cockcroweth me dayhe doth me risen earlymy matins for to stayI have a gentil cockcomen he ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes -- Each -- with a Robin's ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
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