The Moors (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
TIME rolls, and month by month The upwelling blood of Nature fills her veins, And the bright wooing sun From ...
WE read in our childhood of rings which were wrought By magical fires in the heart of the hills; Which ...
I WAS a child when first I read your books, And lov'd you dearly, so far as I could see ...
At New York.I SAW you seated in your lonely room, Of human friends forlorn, of spirits full, Who gave you ...
IS there anything-- Nightingales that sing-- Violets in the spring-- As at first? Sun and moon arise, But our accustomed ...
NO word of pity, if the storm should beat, Need any voice bestow which calls you dear; You will not ...
A SMILE and a tear were disputing one day On their different merits and skill; It grieves me to state ...
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