A Room In The Villa Taverna (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Three windows cheerfully poured in the light: One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hills The sun ...
Three windows cheerfully poured in the light: One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hills The sun ...
II FEAR that Puck is dead it is so longSince men last saw him; dead with all the restOf that ...
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er ...
LEAN down and see your little face Reflected in the forest pool, Tall foxgloves grow about the place, ...
GO, rural Naiad! wind thy stream alongThrough woods and wilds: then seek the ocean cavesWhere sea-nymphs meet their coral rocks ...
Wherefore, unlaurell'd Boy, Whom the contemptuous Muse will not inspire,With a sad kind of joy Still sing'st thou to thy ...
From this my heart, a haunted Elsinore,I send the phantoms packing for thy sake:Sea-wind and sin walk now the halls; ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
In the sweet, Atlantic Breathing of spring My curtain's like a butterfly, Huge, fluttering Like a Hindu widow To a ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your ...
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicæan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, ...
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus ...
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