The Abencerrage : Canto I. (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Triangular Tommy, one morning in May, Went out for a walk on the public highway. Just here I will ...
We were hungry, tired and dirty,From our shoulders rifles hung,Our clothes were torn, our faces bronzedBy long hours in the ...
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still That period of thy mortal life, When beauty so bewildering Shone in thy laughing, ...
'Twas no illusion; from the Past the veil was rent away;The tide that never changes ebbed, and bore me to ...
Sing of her beauty! Sing of that which grows My daily wonder! Shall this lute essay To paint the color ...
"For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, thatthe walls could never be broken down nor hurt ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow? Where the wild humours they portrayed ...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty And Love is worth a full century of glory Given by the ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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