The Brus Book IX (John Barbour Poems)
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
(Written in her sixteenth year)BRIGHTLY o'er spire, and dome, and tower,The pale moon shone at midnight hour,While all beneath her ...
THERE's silence in the princely halls,And brightly blaze the lighted walls,While clouds of musk and incense riseFrom vases of a ...
O joy too great!—-O hour too blest!He comes—-they hail him—-now, more near,His eager courser's feet I hear.Oh heart! be hushed ...
I just had turned the classic page, With ancient lore and wisdom fraught,Which many a hoary-headed sage Had stamped with never-dying thought;And ...
On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sunlooks down on ceaseless labors, long begun:The mountain trembles to the echoing soundOf falling rocks, ...
A silver Luciferservescocaine in cornucopiaTo some somnambulistsof adolescent thighsdrapedin satirical draperiesPeris in liveryprepareLethefor posthumous parvenuesDelirious Avenueslitwith the chandelier soulsof infusoriafrom ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
There was no bell to peal thy funeral dirge, No nodding plumes to wave above thy bier, No shroud to ...
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I ...
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