The Queen’s Ball (Carolyn Clive Poems)
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
In Genoa, when the sunset gaveIts last warm purple to the wave,No sound of war, no voice of fear,Was heard, ...
Pompeii! city of the dead,-entombed Two thousand years in clouds of ashes,-still Remains to tell of long forgotten times, When ...
Ever heard th' black watch story?Ask th' boys o' our old crew;There's sea yarns a sight more gory, But there ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Life is not all for effort: there are hours,When fancy breaks from the exacting will,And rebel though takes schoolboy's holiday,Rejoicing ...
THE lilies lean to the white, white rose, The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees, Soft kisses borne by ...
As an April garden Breathes the scent of rain— Rain that calls her treasures Back to life again— So my ...
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best, Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west; When ...
LIFE! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or ...
Ha! there comes he, with sweat, with blood of Romans,And with dust of the fight all stained! O, neverSaw I ...
This day to common love is dear,And many a tale will sooth thine ear,Fond hope or frolic wit to prove;The ...
SO full my thoughts are of thee, that I swear All else is hateful to my troubl'd soul; ...
THROUGH many days and many daysThe seed of love lay hidden close;We walked the dusty tiresome waysWhere never a leaf ...
BROWN leaves forget the green of May, The earth forgets the kiss of Spring; And down our happy ...
Translated From The German of Julius Sturm.THE moon is newly risen, I wander through the vale; My dreaming eyes are ...
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
'Twas grav'd on the Stone of Destiny, In letters four, and letters three; And ne'er did the King of the ...
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