Midnight At Geneva (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
THE azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! ...
THE azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! ...
You are the stately sunset,Departing with a hundred flames of amberBeyond the pinnacles of autumn pineAnd the tow mountainsThat bear ...
Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eaglesnightlong rush about my head,man's golden image drownedin timeless icy tides. On jagged reefshis purpling ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles nightlong rush about my head, man's golden image drowned in timeless icy tides. On ...
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well, O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb What yieldest thou?--is there life ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o'er my head the tyrant ...
Lo, it is dark, Save for the crystal spark Of a virgin star o'er the purpling lea, Or the fine, ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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