The Lady And The Rooks (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Trust the grand and gentle trees,Never will their welcome fade;All that lives may lie at easeIn the haven of their ...
Trust the grand and gentle trees,Never will their welcome fade;All that lives may lie at easeIn the haven of their ...
Out of the dread eternities, The vast abyss of night,A glorious pageant rose and shone, And passed from human sight.We saw the ...
In the sleep-haunted gloomBorn of the slumbrous twilight in these shades,These vast and venerable collonades, I welcome thee, dear June! And while ...
"Bear with us! Your garden showsMany a snug and comely nest;But the very leaf we choseIs for us the only ...
One feast, of holy days the crest, I, though no Churchman, love to keep,All-Saints,--the unknown good that rest In God's still memory ...
SOMETIMES she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass,Like light through an oriel window in a ...
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The ...
SUCH natural debts of love our Oxford knows,So many ancient dues undesecrate,I marvel how the landmark of a hateFor witness ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
"BIND us the Morning, mother of the stars And of the winds that usher in the day! Ere her light ...
Golden rose the house, in the portal I sawthee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, aportent. Life died down in ...
Not midst the chanting of the Requiem Hymn,Nor with the solemn ritual of prayer,Neath misty shadows from the oriel glass,And ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
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