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 ...
WRITTEN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH, JANUARY 25, 1859.A HUNDRED years ago, when George was King, The second monarch ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
PEACE on the hush'd earth fell at eventide, As dew from heaven upon the thirsty grass; No sound unmusical broke ...
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 ...
AMONG the crowd, one, with a gayer face Than most, came swaggering; the Sabine Bard, The Roman Priest of Song, ...
I LIV'D in an old house, you ne'er saw one older, The wind whistled loud when the winter set in; ...
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 ...
WE walk in mysteries howsoe'er we tread, And none less awful that we see them not, Or that our solemn ...
THE sultry sun Burn'd hotter in December than the skies Of our far land in June; within a bower, Where ...
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 ...
(OBERON loquitur.)ALAS! they have stolen my Fairy Princess, And where they have hidden her I cannot guess. But my life ...
LONG winding lanes and hedges red with bloom Of sweet wild robin, and starr'd with tender white; A sun down ...
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 ...
FINE and strong 'T has stood for long, Jetting up its slender lances Far athwart the arched sky, On whose ...
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 ...
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
WHAT is it? a speck in the distance, A rumour that flies in the air, Too faint to be met ...
WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land, He dwelt at Caerleon-upon-Usk; He held it with an armed right hand, And ...
WHO is the Poet? He who sings Of high, abstruse, and hidden things,-- Or rather he who with a liberal ...
IN ancient Rome a temple stands, Around whose aged feet The tide flows up from many lands, And eddies through ...
WHEN trembling angels stand aloof, Watching the fight with folded wings, Forbid or succour or reproof, And every hasting second ...
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