Fore-Song Of Malmorda (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
I.To me by early mornCame memories of Old Ireland by the sea,The tenderest and sweetest that there be,Wherein the songs ...
I.To me by early mornCame memories of Old Ireland by the sea,The tenderest and sweetest that there be,Wherein the songs ...
As some spent gladiator, struck by Death, Whose reeling vision scarce a foe defines, For one last effort gathers all his breath, England ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
CAPTURE OF THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,With the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,With the reckless son of Lempo,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,On the sea's smooth ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
By none but me can the tale be told,The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.(Lands are swayed by a King on ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SAILING.Wainamoinen, old and faithful,Spake these words to Ilmarinen:"O thou wonder-working brother,Let us go to Sariola,There to gain the magic ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
There was fear and desolation over swarthy Egypt's land,From the holy city of the sun to hot Syen?'s sand;The sistrum ...
A girlish voice like a silver bellRang over the sparkling tide, "A race! a race!" She was under the ...
ALL peacefully gliding, The waters dividing,The indolent batteau moved slowly along, The rowers, light-hearted, From sorrow long parted,Beguiled the dull ...
To operas and balls my cousins take me,And fond of plays my new-made friend would make me.In summer season, when ...
In summertime it was a paradise Of mountain, frith, and bay, and shining sand; Our outward rowers sang towards the ...
These waters saw the gilded galleys comeFrom the red east: the oarsmen cast their gazeUpon its brightness, and recalled the ...
The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground, But bitter was the rowers' song As ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape, Rain whitens the dead sea, From headland dim to sullen cape Grey sails creep ...
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