Ode For The Queen’s Jubilee. 1837-1887. (Arthur Weir Poems)
I_Sailor William is dead. And now Toll the great bells disconsolate. Let the maiden have time for tearsEre you ...
I_Sailor William is dead. And now Toll the great bells disconsolate. Let the maiden have time for tearsEre you ...
Silent I have stood and borne it, hoping still from year to yearThat the pleading voice of justice you would ...
In Egypt Rhodope was born, And lived afar from king and court;No jewels did the maid adorn; She crowned herself ...
The sun was swimming in the purple tide, His golden locks far floating on the sea,When thou and I stole ...
Baby sits upon the floor, Baby's scarce a twelvemonth old;Baby laughs, and _goo-goos_ o'erMemories how a babe of yore Humbled ...
Would that with the bold Champlain,And his comrades staunch and true,I had crossed the stormy main,Golden visions to pursue: And ...
What do you gather? the maiden said, Shaking her sunlit curls at me--"See, these flowers I plucked are dead, ...
Life grows not more nor less; it is but force And only changes;Expended here, it takes another course, And ever ...
Mad fools! To think that men can be Made equal all, when GodMade one well nigh divinity And one a ...
Poor, lone Carlotta, Mexico's mad Queen, Babbling of him, amid thy vacant halls, Whose ears have long been heedless of ...
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