A Girls’s Sin – In Her Eyes (Francis Thompson Poems)
Cross child! red, and frowning so?'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no!How DARE you say, my lover?'He ...
Cross child! red, and frowning so?'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no!How DARE you say, my lover?'He ...
How can I be to blame? Is it my fault I am fair?I did not fashion my features, Or brush the gold ...
I searched among the hills to find His love,And found but waving trees, and stonesWhere lizards flaunt their green and ...
I lay beside you… on your lips the whileHovered, most strange… the mirage of a smile,Such as a minstrel lover ...
And no one knows what became of him, Crazy Levi,who tied the roadsfrom Yaverev to Moshtsiskto Samber to Greyding in ...
"A red rose for my helmet,And a word before we part!The rose shall be my oriflammeThe word shall fill my ...
In the face of death, they say, he joked—he had no fear; His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.He kissed her and breathed life into her ...
In a western city new-born from a withering fire, Fresh ...
Cross child! red, and frowning so? 'I, the day just over,Gave a lock of hair to--no! How DARE you say, ...
Late Midshipman John Travers (Chester), aged 16 years. He was mortally wounded early in the action, yet he remained alone ...
A little child with her aunty came Into a certain store, But the merchant was busy waiting On those who ...
We had a bower among the beans, My little love and I, Where by his side as kings set queens ...
414'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final ...
Love sat at ease upon Time's bony knee; Pulled his grey beard; paddled his finger-tips Among his wrinkles; smote his ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
Since I have come to years sedate I see with more and more acumen The bitter irony of Fate, The ...
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