The Sands of Dee (Charles Kingsley Poem)
1 "O Mary, go and call the cattle home, 2 And call the cattle home, 3 And call the cattle ...
1 "O Mary, go and call the cattle home, 2 And call the cattle home, 3 And call the cattle ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- Though She forget the name I bear -- The fashion of ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught---speak truth---above ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By ...
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
Amarantha, sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, ...
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