Anselmo To Isadora (Peter John Allan Poems)
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
I.Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,Or think that ill for ill should be repaid,Who barter wrong for ...
A "PETITE COMEDIE" IN RHYME.LOVER.COQUETTE! coquette! now, is it fairTo weave for me your magic hair,Binding me thus, all unaware?Till, ...
Many a day have I wiled away Upon hopeful Farley Heath,In its antique soil digging for spoil Of possible treasure beneath;For celts, ...
The loud winds rattled at the door-The shutters creaked and shook,While Eva, by the cottage hearth,Sat with abstracted look.With every ...
Forth to his study the sculptor goesIn a mood of lofty mirth:"Now shall the tongues of my carping foesConfess what ...
Whaur hae ye gotten that glisterin' ring, Ower fine to ...
He wiled me through the furzy croft;He wiled me down the sandy lane.He told his boy's love, soft and oft,Until ...
I cannot hide from thee how much I fearThe whispers breathed by flatterers in thine earAgainst my faith: — but ...
The singer stood in a blaze of light,And fronted the flowery throng; Her lips parted with her greeting smile,Her soul ...
When at Philippi, he who would have freedGreat Rome from tyrants, for the season briefThat lay 'twixt him and battle, ...
Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maidOver whose couch the saving God did stand—"She is not dead ...
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