‘Tis An Old Tale And Often Told (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
Willie and Bess, Georgie and May - Once, as these children were hard at play, An ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea;They clambered and rollicked in ...
I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone;On closed unmoving knees my head ...
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a ...
The shadows fall from the minster-wall, Where a weeping mother prayed,Resting the knee in her agony On the stone where ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
Into my life, out of Paradise, She came like a bird, and the low-hung skies With the muttered threats of ...
In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gayAnd the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on ...
These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears, With the sobs and sweat of my spirit ...
WHAT cared she for the free hearts? She would comfort The prisoned one: What recked I of the wanton other ...
The scout sat in the cactus shadeHe labored mightilyThat he did try to take a shitWas very plain to see. ...
With eastern banners flaunting in the breeze Royal processions, sounding fife and gong And showering jewels on the jostling throng, ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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