The Ballad O The King’s Daughter (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
[How the King's Daughter, having married me, a peasant, for love, heareth of the death of her only brother, and ...
[How the King's Daughter, having married me, a peasant, for love, heareth of the death of her only brother, and ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
WHEN did you start your tricksMonsieur?What do you stand on such high legs for?Why this length of shredded shankYou exaltation?Is ...
1630-1633Sick with the strife of tongues, the blustering hateOf frantic Party raving o'er the realm,Sonorous insincerities of debate,And jealous factions ...
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
SINCE Faith is a veil that has nothing behind it,And Hope wanders lost where no mortal can find it,Since Love ...
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
We measured the riotous babyAgainst the cottage wall:A lily grew at the threshold,And the boy was just so tall;A royal ...
We know those little country pubs, By cross-road and by creek,Where faithfully the landlord scrubs His counter once a week,And ...
The very small children in patched clothing,Being smitten with an unusual wisdom,Stopped in their play as she passed themAnd cried ...
Oh no!-I will not give my heart to thee, Cold, mocking world!-I still would wish to be Apart from thy ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
To an apple-woman's stall Once some children nimbly ran; Longing much to purchase all, They with joyous haste began Snatching ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
PENCILS telling where the wind comes from open a story. Pencils telling where the wind goes end a story. These ...
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Near the village of Udorf, on the banks of the Rhine, There lived a miller and his family, once on ...
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