My heart was wandering in the sands (Christopher Brennan Poems)
MY heart was wandering in the sands, a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, ...
MY heart was wandering in the sands, a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, ...
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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