The Troubadour. Canto 1 (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
2.Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrillssoothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).Honesty deceived, yet I will be ...
Wheel of sorrow, centerless.Voices, sad without cause,slope upward, expiring on grave summits.Mournfulness of muddy playgrounds,raw smell of rubbers and wrapped ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night, To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a ...
NEVER again! When first that sentence fell From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance ...
I.IT was a Highland chieftain's son Gazed sadly from the hill: And they saw him shrink from the autumn wind, ...
HOW lightly men can love, how soon forget! I said--yet some there be not false or fickle: For one, the ...
A sound of music, from amidst the hills,Came suddenly, and died; a fitful soundOf mirth, soon lost in wail.??"Again it ...
She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd, The citron's breath went by,While the red gold of eventide Burn'd in ...
SHE is standing by her loved one's side, A young and a fair and a gentle bride, But mournfulness hath ...
Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring backThe love that I have lost!WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices ...
Where is he now?—that mightiest one, whose nameWas still the spell-word of the fray,—the soundWhich led his legions on untir'd, ...
CONSIDER the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible,- ...
Long faces, hangin' lips an' eyes without a smile, Meegrims an' mulligrubs, mournfulness an' moans,Faith in the future gone to ...
The weedy fallows winter-worn, Where cattle shiver under sodden hay. The plough-lands long and lorn-- ...
Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;Say, "God is angry, and I earned it ...
Beauty has a tarnished dress, And a patchwork cloak of cloth Dipped deep in mournfulness, Striped like a moth. Wet ...
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