The Messenger Of Mortality. or Life And Death Contrasted In A Dialogue Betwixt Death And A Lady (Anonymous British Poems)
DeathFair lady, lay your costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride;Take leave of all your carnal vain ...
DeathFair lady, lay your costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride;Take leave of all your carnal vain ...
In early, prehistoric days, before the reign of Man,When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a planThat was large as it ...
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,And sermons of the silent stone;To read in brooks the print so clearOf motion, ...
The tented field wore a wrinkled frown,And the emptied church from the hill looked downOn the emptied road and the ...
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPELLIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright, Through prison ...
(Romans 5:14. Who is the Figure of Him that was to Come)Like to the marigold, I blushing closeMy golden blossoms ...
When yesterday I went to see friends - (Watching their patient faces in a rowI want to give each boy ...
I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering trees and the birds awing,Away from the haunts ...
High o'er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,And far down under him,With a subtle grace that was all her own,The Mist ...
I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering tree, and the birds a-wing,Away from the haunts of ...
("But above all comes the New Spirit" CRISIS.) A sound of muttering, faint and far and low-- A sound of ...
Coldly the night-wind shivers on the hill-top,Cold crawls the pale-faced fog from off the sea;Tossed by the one, and blinded ...
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
Seeing the snowman standing all alone In dusk and cold is more than he can bear. The small boy weeps ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, ...
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