The Sceptic (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
They run to meet me, clinging to my dress,The neighbour's children. With a wild unrestAnd sobbings of a strange, fierce ...
SEVEN weary centuries ere our star-like ChristRose on the clouded heavens of mortal faithGautama came, the stern high priest of ...
His shoulder did I holdToo high that I, o'erbold Weak one, Should lean thereon.But He a little hathDeclined ...
And should she die, her grave should beUpon the bare top of a sunny hill,Among the moorlands of her own ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
I Aria "--Kiss me there where pride is glittering Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit Kiss me ...
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