Madonna Dunya (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
Young nursling of the Spring and southern mind!Thou comest like tenderness fostered by neglect, Or like new hope within a ...
Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,Mary's spoilt nursling! wert thou wont to go?Or ...
Sleep, little baby! sleep! Not in thy cradle bed,Not on thy mother's breastHenceforth shall be thy rest, ...
When the last stir of bubbling melodiesBroke as my chants sank underneath the waveOf dulcitude, but sank again to riseWhere ...
I.AT threescore years and five aroused anew To rule in India, forth a soldier went On whose bright-fronted ...
Creature of air and light,Emblem of that which cannot die,Wilt thou not speed thy flight,To chase the south wind through ...
The mother will not turn, who thinks she hearsHer nursling's speech first grow articulate;But breathless with averted eyes elateShe sits, ...
I cannot tell thee when my heart began To love thee, Dearest; for I cannot say That any record of ...
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the ...
I bade my Lady think what she might mean. Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, And yet ...
Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may ...
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