Svend Vonved (George Borrow Poems)
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.He kissed her and breathed life into her ...
Untiring all the weary dayThe widow toiled with care,And scarcely cleared her furrowed browWhen came the hour of prayer;The voices, ...
Thus it happened .... Let me mention, lest I raise an unsought quarrel, This occurred in times long vanished, in ...
Whilom ago, in lowly life,Young Eva lived and smiled,A fair-haired girl, of wondrous truth,And blameless from a child.Gentle she was, ...
Once on a time, a party by the name of Mr. BULLDiscovered that with many schemes his hands were pretty ...
Written for a little girl on her eleventh birthday.Fleeting time is on the wing—Surely Winter, joyous Spring,Glowing Summer, Autumn sere,Mark ...
A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
Go, gentle Muse, tis near the gloomy day Of parting-go, and bid farewell for me; Farewell to her who once ...
By permission of the great Esquire Hall Being assembled here this day Unanimously bleating all For Him that's far away. ...
I rested my head upon Elvir Hill's side, and my eyes werebeginning to slumber; That moment there rose up before ...
To Kerklees stately priorieCame an old time-worn man,And for food and shelter prayed he,Ye chief of a noble clanHe was ...
When Aurelia first I courted, She had youth and beauty too, Killing pleasures when she sported, ...
XXVIWhen we two parted, on a summer day, With lingering hands, with sobs, with swimming eyes, With broken phrases, half ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
It was a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the ...
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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