To An English Nightingale (Maurice Thompson Poems)
Hear!Hear!Oh, will you hear?Reed-notes clear,(Fluted in flowery, May-drowsed solitudes,Filtered through sun-steeped woods)A challenge hurledTo all the singing world!I, the mocking ...
Hear!Hear!Oh, will you hear?Reed-notes clear,(Fluted in flowery, May-drowsed solitudes,Filtered through sun-steeped woods)A challenge hurledTo all the singing world!I, the mocking ...
A crossbow old, with lathe and gaffle grim,And carven stock, hung in a castle hall—Mere bricabrac, but on the distance ...
SCENE: 'En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat.'It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, whenthat ...
Bird of the bitter bright grey golden mornScarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years,First of us all and sweetest ...
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains, Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand, Golden ...
The foreigner placed his hand on your shoulder,late one cool evening, in a tavern of the old harbortown.Yellow sand flowed ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one ...
In days gone by, the poets wrote Sweet verses to the ladies fair; Described the nightingale's clear ...
DER Breitmann sits in la Sorbonne, A note-pook in his hand, 'Tvas dere he vent to lectures, Und in oldt ...
If I were Francois Villon and Francois Villon I, What would it matter to me how the time might drag ...
Have pity now, have pity now on me,If you at least would, friends of mine.I'm in the depths, not holly ...
Here stand my books, line upon lineThey reach the roof, and row by row,They speak of faded tastes of mine,And ...
EpitaphHere there lies, and sleeps in the grave,One whom Love killed with his scorn,A poor little scholar in every way,He ...
A middle-northern March, now as always- gusts from the South broken against cold winds- but from under, as if a ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all ...
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