Under The Olives (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
THOU that wouldst enter here, Hold thy breath inward with an holy fear; Put off thy shoes, thou in this ...
WHAT art thou, and what hidest thou, Thou veil of fair material sense, So thin, of baffling permanence? What art ...
WITH a sweet murmur dropping waters play, Breaking, the stillness of this summer's day, And all things beautiful and light ...
THE sultry sun Burn'd hotter in December than the skies Of our far land in June; within a bower, Where ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
TWAS on a Sabbath morning that we wandered in the wood, Where near three thousand years ago the ancient Veii ...
THE palms are yellowing in the Autumn heat, I hate the ripple of that tideless sea, But worse the line ...
WE dwelt in an old palace near to Rome; It was decay'd from its magnificence, But not less beautiful than ...
HEAVILY hang the purple grapes By fair Lake Garda's waveless side; Above, in slow ethereal march, Battalion'd clouds in order ...
THE very roses, thick with bloom, Are golden in the golden light; What sanctifies that belt of gloom? What makes ...
OF all the seven which Rome doth boast, (Fair hills and nobly crowned!) I love the Coelian Hill the most, ...
A LITTLE bird sat on a greenwood tree, And out of a holy book read he, His native notes adorning; ...
WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper, Mutual knowledge with the marshall'd clouds,-- Murmur of June, which riseth up with ...
OUT from the house I went when early dawn As yet had hardly ting'd the peaks with gold, And cottage-smoke ...
WHO holds us heart to heart it mattereth not, If Thou, who holdest all within thy hand, Wilt say, "Well ...
I LOVE to lie In the dreamy heat of an autumn day, Where the painted insects idly play, Floating about ...
WE pray for earth and earthly things, Surely such prayer is nought, A bended knee, a lifted voice Unmixed with ...
THE steadfast coursing of the stars, The waves that ripple to the shore, The vigorous trees which year by year ...
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