An Autumn Vesperale (Bernard Waters Poems)
LOW down is the sun and low his rays, Which, with their roseate pressure, beauty mould In tiny caverns 'mid ...
LOW down is the sun and low his rays, Which, with their roseate pressure, beauty mould In tiny caverns 'mid ...
MY sweet sun-tinted roses, faint and fair As morning twilight! though ye soon must fade, Still shall ye bloom for ...
FAR Off among the fields and meadow rillsThe August noon bends o'er a world of green.In the blue sky the ...
Near the Cimmerian land, deep-caverned, liesA hollow mount, the home of sluggish Sleep;Where never ray from morn or evening skiesCan ...
BEYOND the realm of dull and slumberous Night I long have wandered with unwearied feet; The land where Poetry and ...
'Mid the seal-silt and the sea-sand, Sinuous and sinister, fold on fold,Sliding and winding tortuously, Slips the sea-snake, ...
The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly Still, A bee on the window-sill, ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
Life, come to me in no pale guise and ashen, I care not for thee in such placid fashion! I ...
I Soft is the sky in the mist-kirtled east, Light is abroad on the sea, All of the heaven with ...
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