To The Virgin Mary (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
The words we speak on the empty air,Are never lost, but recorded there;The process we may not comprehend,Nor how the ...
The snow-drops sword-like pierce the lagging snows, The Winter dies with blessings on the Spring, The violet sweet, which Love himself well ...
NO fairer sight hath in the garden beenThroughout the summer since the birth of MayThan the tall blossoms which these ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
RING the bells, nor ring them slowly;Toll them not, -- the day is holy!Golden-flooded noon is pouredIn grand libation to ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
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