Rhodon And Iris. Prologue (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Dramatis Personae: RHODON. Shepheard ACANTHUS a friend to Rhodon. Shepheard MARTAGON. Shepheard CYNOSBATUS a friend to Martag. Shepheard ANTHOPHOTUS. Shepheard ...
Dramatis Personae: RHODON. Shepheard ACANTHUS a friend to Rhodon. Shepheard MARTAGON. Shepheard CYNOSBATUS a friend to Martag. Shepheard ANTHOPHOTUS. Shepheard ...
The roaming sheep, forbidden to roam far,Were stayed within the shadow of his eye.The sheep-dog on that unseen shadow's edgeMoved, ...
The frivolous can call me frivolous.I've always been most punctilious aboutimportant things. And I insistthat no one knows better than ...
Since Ignorance and Envie now are banish'd; Since discord from among the flowers is vanish'd; Since Rhodon is espous'd to Iris bright; Since ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
O Hesper-Phosphor, far away Shining, the first, the last white star, Hear'st thou the strange, the ghostly cry, ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
By permission of the great Esquire Hall Being assembled here this day Unanimously bleating all For Him that's far away. ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
The dull earth swung in silence o'er, A dreamless world, a dreary star,Until the doves of Venus bore ...
715The World-feels DustyWhen We stop to Die-We want the Dew-then-Honors-taste dry-Flags-vex a Dying face-But the least FanStirred by a friend's ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
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