The Manuscript of Saint Alexius (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
If I should die this night, (as well might be, So pain has on my weakness ...
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by, The river flashed along its open way, Blithe swallows flitted ...
I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet; Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,The ...
She has made me wayside posies: here they stand, Bringing fresh memories of where they grew. As new-come travellers from ...
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