The Murcian Cavalier (Anne Bannerman Poems)
'TWAS the Pentecost time of tournamentAt the court of high Castile,And the first, among the Spanish knights,Was the prince of ...
'TWAS the Pentecost time of tournamentAt the court of high Castile,And the first, among the Spanish knights,Was the prince of ...
God made the man and bid him multiply, Replenish the green earth, nor break the die Made by His hand; ...
The Night her blackest Vestments had put on,And all the fair remains of day were gone:When my dear Lord, as ...
When I am dead, and all will soon forget My words, and face, and ways --I, somehow, think I'll walk ...
The thousand streets of London grayRepel all country sights;But bar not winds upon their way,Nor quench the scent of new-mown ...
How restless are the dead whose silent feet will stray In to our lone retreat or solitary way; Within the ...
The third of May! the third of May!Hang out the Polish flag to-day;As loyal Poles have grimly doneSince A.D. 1791.The ...
SOFT of voice and light of hand As the fairest in the land-- Who can rightly understand My love Annie? ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Sta?l -- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
RUSTICITY'S ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. ...
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
CAPRICIOUS foe to human joy, Still varying with the fleeting day; With thee the purest raptures cloy, The fairest prospects ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
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