Mazelli – Canto I (George W Sands Poems)
I."Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed,The sultry hour of noon is near,Of rest thy way-worn limbs have need,Stay, then, and, ...
I."Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed,The sultry hour of noon is near,Of rest thy way-worn limbs have need,Stay, then, and, ...
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smileWith which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed downIts beauty on the Indian isle, -On ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
NIGHT on the city of the Moor!On mosque and tomb, and white-walled shore,On sea-waves, to whose ceaseless knockThe narrow harbor ...
AN INCIDENT OF THE FLOOD IN MASSACHUSETTS, ON MAY16,1874.NO song of a soldier riding downTo the raging fight from Winchester ...
No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping ...
THE ANGEL-CHILD.A fairy land of grass and flowers, And of the greenest treesA land of singing brooks and springs, A land of ...
WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAYO memory, take my hand to-dayAnd lead me thro' the ...
Break over the waiting hill-tops, White dawn of the Christmas morn!For the angels have sung through the midnight, That the wonderful Babe ...
The grandeur of deep afternoons,The pomp of haze on marble hills,Where every white-walled villa swoonsThrough violence that heat fulfills,Pass tirelessly ...
This is the lot of the English; — in many a page it is written, — To weep for ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
THE azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! ...
Under the sweep of a fell the smoke-reek curls and drifts Where a white-walled cottage stands nestling amid the ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
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