The Bell-Founder Part III – Vicissitude And Rest (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
"COMMANDING pow'r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving ...
August 2: 1100Where the greenwood is greenestAt gloaming of day,Where the twelve-antler'd stagFaces boldest at bay;Where the solitude deepens,Till almost ...
As Head of the Division of Provision for RevisionWas a man of prompt decision--Morton Quirk.Ph.D. in Calisthenics, P. D. Q. ...
ALAS! I fear I cannot longer steel My heart against the magic of thy pow'r;Unusual flutt'rings in my breast ...
Please God, forsake your water and dry bread,And fling the bitter cress you eat aside.Put by your rosary. In Mary's ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Whether the clouds had abandoned Geneva that evening no one can say now, but what I remember are roses bruised ...
Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what ...
When SUPERSTITION rul'd the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and ...
Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here, And what you do aver To others courtship may appear, 'Tis sacrilege to ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
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