The Roundelay (Anne Hunter Poems)
FORGET, forget the playful time,Let every trace be done away,When I with many an idle rhymeWas wont to waste the ...
FORGET, forget the playful time,Let every trace be done away,When I with many an idle rhymeWas wont to waste the ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
O SING unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more at holyday, Like a running ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Neglected now is the old guitar And moldering into decay; Fretted with many a rift and scar That the dull ...
A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky -- A gracious lull--since, from its wakening, The morn has been a ...
Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his ...
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet, But pipe me now your roundelay complete. Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying ...
I deem that there are lyric days So ripe with radiance and cheer, So rich with gratitude and praise That ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, ...
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