Up The River (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
BEHOLD, O Lord! these unhewn stones Piled rudely for thy mighty towers, And I, condemned to work alone, Possessor of ...
[How the King's Daughter, having married me, a peasant, for love, heareth of the death of her only brother, and ...
PART I."THE night is dark as pitch, Harry, But there's not a drop of rain, And when the tide has ...
THE law which was given abides, By mountain and valley and wood, The slayer is fleeing, and after him rides ...
I SAID last year, Old Christmas cometh with an open hand, Bright holly wreath'd about his temples bland, Icicles twisted ...
TIME rolls, and month by month The upwelling blood of Nature fills her veins, And the bright wooing sun From ...
CHRISTMAS is over, and Christmas cheer;-- What shall we wish you, O reader dear? What do you want for your ...
THE sultry sun Burn'd hotter in December than the skies Of our far land in June; within a bower, Where ...
(OBERON loquitur.)ALAS! they have stolen my Fairy Princess, And where they have hidden her I cannot guess. But my life ...
TWAS on a Sabbath morning that we wandered in the wood, Where near three thousand years ago the ancient Veii ...
FINE and strong 'T has stood for long, Jetting up its slender lances Far athwart the arched sky, On whose ...
THEY came across the distant hills With trumpet, pipe, and drum; And all the air with welcome fills, Which deepens ...
QUIETLY sleeping on its little couch The cherish'd infant lay; its curly hair Twin'd lovingly about the tranquil brow, And ...
I WAS a painter; if I lov'd Her glorious face too much, It was that thought had carv'd its lines,-- ...
WHEN sitting softly, hand in hand, Twilight unbars the gates of speech, And whispered words sink deeplier down Than daylight ...
At New York.I SAW you seated in your lonely room, Of human friends forlorn, of spirits full, Who gave you ...
PAINTED on a little cloud, Opposite the sunset sky, Far above the high-pil'd crowd Sailing slowly softly by, I saw ...
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