The Stormy Petrel (Barry Cornwall Poems)
A THOUSAND miles from land are we,Tossing about on the roaring sea;From billow to bounding billow cast,Like fleecy snow on ...
A THOUSAND miles from land are we,Tossing about on the roaring sea;From billow to bounding billow cast,Like fleecy snow on ...
Nodding, nodding 'pon thy stem,Thou bloom o' morn; nodding, noddingTo the bees, asearch o' honey's sweet.Wilt thou to droop, and ...
Speak ye a true tongue,Or waste ye with words the Soul's song?A damning evidence is with wasted words;For need I ...
Ah, wee plumed, earth-brown brother,Whose nest hangs damp at dawn;Hast thou begun at day's fair breakTo sing of Night's soft ...
Moses, meantime, straightway unto the house Of Aaron speeded back: for, gathered there By hasty summons, knew he that the ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Because thou wast most delicate, A woman fair for men to see, The earth did compass thy estate, Thou didst ...
From the mystic sidereal spaces,In the noon of a night 'mid of May,Came a spirit that murmured to me --Or ...
Part 30 PROLOGUE TO THE PERSOUNS TALE Heere folweth the Prologe of ...
A faire Mayde wed to prying Jealousie,One of the fairest as ever I did see:If that thou wilt a secret ...
To-day a bird on wings as white as foam That crests the blue-gray wave,With the vesper light upon its breast, ...
"When the busy day is done,And my weary little oneRocketh gently to and fro;When the night winds softly blow,And the ...
A THOUSAND miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea; From billow to bounding billow cast, Like ...
His mighty weapon drawing, God smites the world he loves; Thus, worthy of him growing, ...
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely ...
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