The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,on account of a curse from his ...
'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sailAre flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale:From the stark night ...
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister ...
Not always unimpeded can I pray,Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim;Too closely clings the burden of the day,And all the ...
Daybreak.CHORUS OF PLANETARY SPIRITS.YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.Above, below, around!Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, - sphere ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
This morning saw I, fled the shower,The earth reclining in a lull of power:The heavens, pursuing not their path,Lay stretched ...
I: BLINDWhen first the shadows fell, like prison bars,And darkness spread before me, like a pall,I cried out for the ...
On Dovrefeld, in Norway,Were once together seenThe twelve heroic brothersOf Ingeborg, the queen:And they were all magicians,Possest of mighty art,Who ...
Always at sea I think about the dead.On barques invisible they seem to sailThe self-same course; and from the decks ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, ...
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