Repose (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
I lay me down straight, with closed eyes, And pale hands folded across my breast, Thinking, unpained, ...
I lay me down straight, with closed eyes, And pale hands folded across my breast, Thinking, unpained, ...
Rest pilgrim, rest!—thou'rt from the Syrian land,Thou'rt from the wild and wondrous east, I knowBy the long-withered palm-branch in thy ...
Aye, we will follow the Flag Wherever she goes, Into the tropic sun, Into the ...
The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh Of low ...
Time beckons on the hours: the expiring year Already feels old Winter's icy breath; As with cold hands ...
Air — "The Bog o' Gight."Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,Thou makest many a winding turn;How sweet thy murmurings to ...
They are firing the cannon now -Will it bring me back my dead?Will it raise my soldier-brother's form,And restore his ...
'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all, All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces, ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with ...
Pity me not because the light of dayAt close of day no longer walks the sky;Pity me not for beauties ...
Flying leaves the wild Spring scatters, From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall-it little matters; Fresh-born ...
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,On the old road where all that passed are dead,Their petals, strewing the ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding, On the old road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...
Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not ...
Although the aepyornis or roc that lived in Madagascar, and the moa are extinct, the camel-sparrow, linked with them in ...
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