Mermaid song IV (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
" GREENLAND, Greenland, is a bonny, bonny place, Whare there's neither grief nor flowr, Whare there's neither grief nor tier ...
" GREENLAND, Greenland, is a bonny, bonny place, Whare there's neither grief nor flowr, Whare there's neither grief nor tier ...
592What care the Dead, for Chanticleer-What care the Dead for Day?'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face-And Purple Ribaldry-of MorningPour ...
The rudder breaks, the sails are ripped, the roarOf waters mingles with the ominous soundOf pumps and panic voices; all ...
The sun has gone, and from the ferryboatThat like a golden worm crawls through the night,I watch the myriad stars ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
How will the case go How will we ever know It depends On the totality of the circumstances The best ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Snow-white! Snow-white! O lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Sea! O Light to us that wander here Amid the ...
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier Mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, ...
Once to the song and chariot-fight, Where all the tribes of Greece unite On Corinth's isthmus joyously, The god-loved Ibycus ...
The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks Of harlots shrill ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
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