Les Lauriers Sont Coup (Elinor Morton Wylie Poems)
Ah, love, within the shadow of the woodThe laurels are cut down; some other browsMay bear the classic wreath which ...
Ah, love, within the shadow of the woodThe laurels are cut down; some other browsMay bear the classic wreath which ...
Tossed on the stormy waves of time,By sternest cares oppressed,I sought and found in Northern climeA holy place of rest.Blessed, ...
Far richer than a thornless roseWhose branch with beauty never glows,Is that which every June adornsWith perfect bloom among its ...
MANY a graven gem, besetWith gold, is worn as an amuletIn the far-off climes of the East,—a charmTo preserve the ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,And sent the fatal gift which ...
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
NAY, Sister, nay,but say not so,For o'er my memory even nowThere comes, as if it were a dream,A train indeed ...
There be sweet wreaths upon the brow of spring,Thornless, as those which bloom in Paradise,And fresh as Love's first feelings,—bright, ...
ON thy beds of clover playing, Pretty Insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning? 'Tis to ...
What is the gift of Life?Speak thou, in young existence revelling;To thee it is a glorious, godlike thing;Love, Hope, and ...
On thy bed of clover playing,Pretty insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning; 'Tis to thee no Sabbath-day.Giddy ...
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?Where the ...
I saw the worthless and the vile,By Pleasure's light surrounded,And wond'ringly I mark'd the while,Their joy and bliss unbounded. For ...
When in far-future years thy bright glance shall be resting, On the line of remembrance my pen hath impress'd,Oh! ...
Written on the anniversary of her marriage. ON this blest day may no dark cloud, or shower,With envious shade the ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood The laurels are cut down; some other brows May bear the classic ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail'd my breast, And Heaven relentless seal'd the harsh decree; HOPE, placid soother of the ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
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