The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Last (Henry Alford Poems)
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
WHEN ruthful time the South's memorial places--Her heroes' graves--had wreathed in grass and flowers;When Peace ethereal, crowned by all her ...
There is no worship now,-the idol standsWithin the spirit's holy resting place!Millions before it bend with upraised hands,And with their ...
ITHE white snow veils the earth's brown face, Strong frost has bound the veil in place-- Under the wide, clear, ...
AH! I remember when I was a girl How my hair naturally used to curl, And how my aunt four ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
THE wild wind wails in the poplar tree, I sit here alone. ...
"A Priest in Spite of Himself" "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play!" What makes you ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
THEE for my recitative! Thee in the driving storm, even as now-the snow-the winter-day declining; Thee in thy panoply, thy ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
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