The Town Rabbit In The Country (Camilla Doyle Poems)
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials She lived awaiting all the trials That haunt her race, but now shall be ...
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials She lived awaiting all the trials That haunt her race, but now shall be ...
Long ago the Gladiators,When the call to combat came,Marching past the massed spectators,Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!Voices ringing with the ...
'Las, Chloe, have I tuned in vain Mine unaccustomed lyre?Dost thou despise the classic strain To which I did aspire?I ...
132I bring an unaccustomed wineTo lips long parchingNext to mine,And summon them to drink;Crackling with fever, they Essay,I turn my ...
("But above all comes the New Spirit" CRISIS.) A sound of muttering, faint and far and low-- A sound of ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, an any boy of ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to combat came, Marching past the massed spectators, Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim! ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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