The Monk (Archibald Lampman Poems)
IIn Nino's chamber not a sound intrudesUpon the midnight's tingling silentness,Where Nino sits before his book and broods,Thin and brow-burdened ...
IIn Nino's chamber not a sound intrudesUpon the midnight's tingling silentness,Where Nino sits before his book and broods,Thin and brow-burdened ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
The King's son walks in the garden fair—Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!He little knows for his toil and care,That ...
The trees rustle; the wind blowsMerrily out of the town;The shadows creep, the sun goesSteadily over and down.In a brown ...
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