May (Henry Sylvester Cornwell Poems)
Come walk with me along this willowed lane,Where, like lost coinage from some miser's store,The golden dandelions more and moreGlow, ...
Come walk with me along this willowed lane,Where, like lost coinage from some miser's store,The golden dandelions more and moreGlow, ...
Of all the sweet birds, I love the mostThe lark and nightingale;For they the first of all awake,The opening spring ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
The Troubadour o'er many a plainHath roamed unwearied, but in vain.O'er many a rugged mountain-scene And forest wild his track ...
SO you have come at last!And we nestle, each in each,As leans the pliant sea in the clean-curved limbs of ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
"WITHIN my heart I long have kept A little chamber cleanly swept, Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, And lintel boughs of ...
HERE is music in me, the music of a peasant people.I wander through the levee, picking my banjo and singing ...
1545The Bible is an antique Volume-Written by faded menAt the suggestion of Holy Spectres-Subjects-Bethlehem-Eden-the ancient Homestead-Satan-the Brigadier-Judas-the Great Defaulter-David-the Troubadour-Sin-a ...
New feet within my garden go-New fingers stir the sod-A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude.New children play upon the ...
96Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.Pray lead me to his bed!I came to build the Bird's nest,And sow the Early seed-That ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
New feet within my garden go -- New fingers stir the sod -- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the ...
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird's nest, And sow ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had it not ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
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