Basil (Anne Bannerman Poems)
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet,And you would have me remember, And I would ...
(GLOZE ROYAL) _The surges sing in ceaseless monotone The songs and sagas of the long-ago; Many and mournful are ...
Fair Agnes alone on the sea-shore stood,Then rose a Merman from out the flood:"Now, Agnes, hear what I say to ...
A LONELY Rock On the sea-shore stood,Its head to heaven, Its base in the flood,The dews of morning ...
About the dead dark o' the night,Ere the first cock clapped his wing,The Hun Lord's soul had wandered far —A ...
As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour Out by the low sand spaces,The parting waves slip back to clasp ...
THE POET SINGS TO HIS POETFrom dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, We two are sundered always, sweet.A ...
As the inhastening tide doth roll,Dear and desired, along the whole Wide shining strand, and floods the caves, Your love ...
To AYOUNG LADY IN AFFLICTION,WHO THOUGHT SHE SHOULD NEVER MORE BE HAPPY; WRITTEN ON THE SEA-SHORE. Yes, thou shalt smile ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
I wish that I could understand The moving marvel of my Hand; I watch my fingers turn and twist, The ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
Ancient Castle of Broughty Ferry With walls as strong as Londonderry; Near by the sea-shore, Where oft is heard and ...
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