Under The Olives (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
Young Shechem all the night impatient lay;And sought with eager eyes the breaking day;With ardent longings waits the promis'd hour,And ...
I. Not the Pellaean Conquerour, To whose insatiate restless Mind The spacious Globe too narrow did appear; It made him ...
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800)ILooking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint,By the San Francisco friars lifted ...
When Johnnie Bull pledges his word, To keep it he'll gird on his sword, While ...
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
AND the lord of earls, to each that camewith Beowulf over the briny ways,an heirloom there at the ale-bench gave,precious ...
There's ships that bring us cargoes, but not of our desire, Their ladings hail from all the ports 'twixt ...
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead ...
I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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