The Curse of Mother Flood (Henry Kendall Poems)
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leaveTo do the like: our bodies but forerunThe spirit's duty. True hearts spread ...
The gates clanged and they walked you into jailMore tense than felons but relieved to findThe hostile world shut out, ...
YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,And ye that on the sands with printless footDo chase the ebbing ...
WHAT sudden voice peals to the Caucasus,To Finland and the bitter Caspian,To those Siberian prisons whither manShall seek as to ...
Till dawn the winds' insuperable throngpassed over like archangels in their might,with roar of chariots from their stormy height,and broken ...
Io. A thousand Mermaids dance oth' Maine;Their Vice-Roy Buckingham to entertaine.So, he, that the proud-neighing Horse commands,Is Generall in Thetis ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
Oh! I am sick of what I am. Of allWhich I in life can ever hope to be.Angels of light ...
Ma pauvre muse, h?las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?Tes yeux creux sont peupl?s de visions nocturnes,Et je vois tour ? tour ...
Across the sands of Syria,Or possibly Algeria,Or some benighted neighborhood of barrenness and drouth,There came the Prophet Samu-u-elUpon the Only ...
Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him ...
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall. I praise ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
I am banished from the patient men who fight They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to ...
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck ...
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