The German Student’s Love-Song (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.BY the rush of the Rhine's broad stream, Down whose rapid tide We sailed as in some sweet dream Sitting ...
I.BY the rush of the Rhine's broad stream, Down whose rapid tide We sailed as in some sweet dream Sitting ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
Old tales of valour fire our bloodBut this, the bravest deed I knowIs written of our modern times,No myth of ...
Oh, Liberty! thou child of many hopes, Nursed in the cradle of the human heart; While Europe in her glimmering ...
Angelic theme of ancient lays! By Doric hills, Athenian vales, The nations bound thy brows with bays And ...
IBENEATH the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall before Thy lowly cottage doorUnder the lilac's tremulous leaves-Within thy snowy ...
Low in a deep sequestered vale,Whence Alpine heights ascend,A beauteous nymph, in pilgrim garb,Is seen her steps to bend.Her olive ...
'Twas long ago, in the summer-time, On a day as sad as this, That I laid my babe in ...
In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame;For the war-lust spreads thro' Italy, Where war-lords call the ...
Forth Spring! The vernal breaths of sunny landsO'er earth diffuse. The bursting bud expands,And welcome leaves, lured by the sunlight ...
Soft breezes blow and swiftly showThrough fragrant orange branches parted,A maiden fair, with sun-flecked hair,Caressed by arrows, golden darted.The vine-clad ...
TO DR. F. W. WHITE. Sad am de night. Now de solemn tone Creeps fum de erf to de heaben's ...
From the woods and the glossy green, With the wild thyme strewn;From the rivers whose crisped sheen Is kissed by ...
WITH AIKIN'S ESSAY ON SONG-WRITINGTo Gallia's gay and gallant coastHaste, little volume, speed thy flight;And proudly there go make thy ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
The chapel looms against the sky, Above the vine-clad shelves, And as the peasants pass it by They cross themselves. ...
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