Giorgione And Violante (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
I WAS a painter; if I lov'd Her glorious face too much, It was that thought had carv'd its lines,-- ...
I WAS a painter; if I lov'd Her glorious face too much, It was that thought had carv'd its lines,-- ...
WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper, Mutual knowledge with the marshall'd clouds,-- Murmur of June, which riseth up with ...
MINE eyes are grown too dim with tears to gaze Into the future with that eager eye Which, in the ...
SWEET melody amidst the moving spheres Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound, A harmony whereof the earth's green hills ...
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