The Tournament (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
The churches twelve of WallingfordA stately sight they were,When gleaming shields were hangingFrom every column fair;For a mile around the ...
The churches twelve of WallingfordA stately sight they were,When gleaming shields were hangingFrom every column fair;For a mile around the ...
A BALLAD. Have you not heard of a pious Fray, Which happen'd in this Town, Between a stubborn Heretick, And Champion of the Gown? To ...
When midnight flung o'er earth and seaHer solemn veil of gloom,All fearless and alone was she,The Lady Grizzel Hume,-Lighted beneath ...
'Twas the Eve of St. Mark, and she stood by the church, And gazed with undaunted eyeOn the ruin'd form of ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
I named him Claude, 'twas a strange conceit,'Twas a name that no relatives ever bore;Yet there lingered around it a ...
NO theme for song--you say--the strength of man?Only his tyrant passion? Man, the slave,Fit theme for hymning? Never man, the ...
Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing ...
Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To ...
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