Fame (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall Poems)
HAVE I played fellowship with night, to seeThe allied armies break our gates at dawnAnd let our general in ? ...
HAVE I played fellowship with night, to seeThe allied armies break our gates at dawnAnd let our general in ? ...
Thou see'st yon woman with the grave pelisseLined with dark sables? Is she not devout?Her soul is in the service, ...
When Gladys comes a whisper wakes,A sudden thrill prevails,She holds the eyes of men, and takesThe wind out of our ...
C'?tait quand le printemps a reverdi les pr?s. La fille de Lycus, vierge aux cheveux dor?s, Sous les monts Ach?ens, ...
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
CHARACTERSThe Father. The Child. Death. Angels. Two Travellers. * ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
Souffre un moment encor; tout n'est que changement; L'axe tourne, mon coeur; souffre encore un moment. La vie est-elle toute ...
'Tout est-il pr?t? partons. Oui, le m?t est dress?; Adieu donc.' Sur les bancs le rameur est plac?; La voile, ...
Doughty Budrys the old, Lithuanian bold,He has summoned his lusty sons three."Your chargers stand idle, now saddle and bridleAnd out ...
L'art, des transports de l'?me est un faible interpr?te: L'art ne fait que des vers; le coeur seul est po?te. ...
Since the boys have come back from that terrible warWe're all using words that were not heard beforeLearnt in the ...
J'apprends, pour disputer un prix si glorieux, Le bel art d'?richthon, mortel prodigieux Qui sur l'herbe glissante, en longs anneaux ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree, Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn ...
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove's golden shield ...
Sitting in the dentist's chair, Wishing that I wasn't there, To forget and pass the time I have made this ...
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