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 ...
BEHOLD, O Lord! these unhewn stones Piled rudely for thy mighty towers, And I, condemned to work alone, Possessor of ...
AMONG the crowd, one, with a gayer face Than most, came swaggering; the Sabine Bard, The Roman Priest of Song, ...
THE law which was given abides, By mountain and valley and wood, The slayer is fleeing, and after him rides ...
TIME rolls, and month by month The upwelling blood of Nature fills her veins, And the bright wooing sun From ...
WE walk in mysteries howsoe'er we tread, And none less awful that we see them not, Or that our solemn ...
WHAT art thou, and what hidest thou, Thou veil of fair material sense, So thin, of baffling permanence? What art ...
(OBERON loquitur.)ALAS! they have stolen my Fairy Princess, And where they have hidden her I cannot guess. But my life ...
'TIS dark, and I fancy A ring at the bell,-- My heart leapeth up With a throb and a swell; ...
TWAS on a Sabbath morning that we wandered in the wood, Where near three thousand years ago the ancient Veii ...
ON the still water of our childish days The noonday blue and midnight heaven look down, Painting themselves, while every ...
IN a fair wood like this, where the beeches are growing, Brave Robin Hood hunted in days of old; Down ...
DEEM not thy labours or thy sufferings hard; The weary traveller makes a tuneless bard. Wouldst thou to raise and ...
WE read in our childhood of rings which were wrought By magical fires in the heart of the hills; Which ...
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
WHERE shall ye lay me? not in foreign climes, Where stranger winds would sadly waft the unaccustom'd chimes; Where my ...
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, drowned July 8, 1822.MARY WOLSTONCRAFT SHELLEY, died Feb. 1, 1851.In death they are not divided.TWO graves within ...
MINE eyes are grown too dim with tears to gaze Into the future with that eager eye Which, in the ...
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