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 ...
Dull, yellow, heavy, lustreless-- With less of radiance than the burnished tress, Crumpled on Beauty's forehead: cloddish, cold, ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Hail! thou eternal flood, whose restless waves Roll onward in their course, as wild and free, As if the shores ...
In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud they drowned out slumber, and peafowl strolled screaming beside ...
Girded by wastes of sounding foam, Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;Day in, day out, the cloudless dome Looks down with ...
When first the young year inhales the sweetened air,And painted landscapes kiss her tender feet,The constant throat of music everywhereIs ...
There's a wee, wee glen in the Hielan's, Where I fain, fain would be; There's an auld kirk there on ...
My love is the flame of an unfading autumn,It is the flare of unconsuming leavesIn an ecstasy of halcyonian space ...
Behold how weak and faded they appear!They have no strength or beauty. Thus the pale Untended roses in some lonely ...
Like an ancient elephant a tough living hide the gray of the fencing long untended no paint or primer aging ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning. Untended stalks blow over her Even and ...
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As ...
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil! Come away, come away, Hark ...
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan-Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to ...
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown ...
I was at peace until you came And set a careless mind aflame; I lived in quiet; cold, content; All ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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