A Tale of Tuscany (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
TO J. FOX, JR. You remember how the mist, When we climbed to Devil's Den, Pearly in the mountain glen, And above us, amethyst, Throbbed ...
Frail children of the early spring, We love you well ; Ye seem to tell By your rathe blossoming,That time of leaf and ...
LONG time a child, and still a child, when yearsHad painted manhood on my cheek, was I, —For yet I ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
November 5: 1640Harsh words have been utter'd and written on her, Henrietta the Queen:She was young in a difficult part, ...
I STILL remember how she moved Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved, (When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes, ...
Rathe summer had sered the grass in which he layUnder the little shadeThe live-oak made,While things remembered and foregone,Loves from ...
July 2: 1644O, summer-high that day the sunHis chariot drove o'er Marston wold:A rippling sea of amber wheatThat floods the ...
So young, but already the splendor Of genius robed him about -- Already the dangerous, tender Regard of the gods ...
As withereth the Primrose by the river,As fadeth Sommers-sunne from gliding fountaines;As vanisheth the light blowne bubble ever,As melteth snow ...
I flung a wild rose into the sea, I know not why. For swinging there on a ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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