Miscellanies (George Borrow Poems)
CANTATA.This is Denmark's holyday; Dance, ye maidens! Sing, ye men! Tune, ye harpers! Blush, ye heroes!This is Denmark's holyday.ONE VOICE.In ...
CANTATA.This is Denmark's holyday; Dance, ye maidens! Sing, ye men! Tune, ye harpers! Blush, ye heroes!This is Denmark's holyday.ONE VOICE.In ...
BENEATH a Tree's green leafy shade, In Life's profusion, freshly spread, On herbage rich, and blossoms fair, Fraught with the ...
Do thy chamber windows open east, Beloved, as did ours of old? And do you stand when ...
In the May woods alone -- yet not alone,For unsubstantial beings near me tread --At times I hear them piteously ...
IIn from the night.The storm is lifting his black arms up to the sky.Friend of my heart, who so gently ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
Have ye heard of bold Sir Aager,How he rode to yonder isle;There he saw the sweet Eliza,Who upon him deign'd ...
The day of wintry wrath is o'er,The whirlwind and the storm have pass'd,The whiten'd ashes of the snowEnwrap the ruined ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
Thirty years ago I was a fav'rite at the `Vic.'A finished actor, not a Cuff and Collar shooting stick.I roused ...
THE Sunday morn was fresh and clear,The Sunday bells rang cheerly out,The old New England church was nearAnd welcomed faith ...
DEEM not thy labours or thy sufferings hard; The weary traveller makes a tuneless bard. Wouldst thou to raise and ...
The robing is done, The bells have begun.And the bride is as bright is as a rising sun. And her ...
'TIS many a year since yonder grave, On which the fresh herbs flourish now, Heap'd on each side its sods, ...
See, I am cumbered, Lord, With serving, and with small vexa- tious things.Upstairs, and down, my feetMust ...
Into all lives some rain must fall,Into all eyes some tear-drops start,Whether they fall as gentle shower,Or fall like fire ...
I dug a grave, one smiling April day, A grave whose small proportions testifiedTo empty arms, and playthings put away, ...
Absence from thee is something worse than death; For to the heart that slumbers in the shroud, What are the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
High on a rock, coaeval with the skies, A Temple stands, rear'd by immortal pow'rs To Chastity divine! ambrosial flow'rs ...
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