The Blind Girl Of Castel Cuille (Jacques Jasmin Poems)
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland mightRehearse this little tragedy aright;Let me attempt it with an English quill;And take, O ...
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland mightRehearse this little tragedy aright;Let me attempt it with an English quill;And take, O ...
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the ...
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
Poor, little bird! the chase is ended;No longer hast thou cause for fear;Within these walls thou art befriended;No sportsmen can ...
Where is Gealchossa my love, thedaughter of Tuathal-Teachvar?I left her in the hall of the plain, when Ifought with the ...
I.The billows on the beach are leaping around it,The bark is weak and frail,The sea looks black, and the clouds ...
WHY tremble so, broad Aspin Tree ?Why shake thy leaves, ne'er ceasing ?--At rest thou never seem'st to be !For, ...
Cuchlaid sat by the wall; by thetree of the rustling leaf.His spear leaned against the mossy rock.His shield lay by ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Maidens, whose tresses shine,Crowned with daffodil and eglantine,Or, from their string?d buds of brier roses,Bright as the vermeil closesOf April ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, So loud with voices of the birds, So ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, So loud with voices of the birds, So thick with lowings of the herds, ...
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