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 ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
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 ...
PART I."THE night is dark as pitch, Harry, But there's not a drop of rain, And when the tide has ...
WITH a sweet murmur dropping waters play, Breaking, the stillness of this summer's day, And all things beautiful and light ...
TIME rolls, and month by month The upwelling blood of Nature fills her veins, And the bright wooing sun From ...
WHAT art thou, and what hidest thou, Thou veil of fair material sense, So thin, of baffling permanence? What art ...
LONG winding lanes and hedges red with bloom Of sweet wild robin, and starr'd with tender white; A sun down ...
(OBERON loquitur.)ALAS! they have stolen my Fairy Princess, And where they have hidden her I cannot guess. But my life ...
I SAT once more within a tangl'd wood, Beside a quiet river, on whose breast A world of trees look'd ...
IN a fair wood like this, where the beeches are growing, Brave Robin Hood hunted in days of old; Down ...
BROAD level fields, and hedges thick with trees, A calm still evening dropping fitful rain, And hawthorns loaded with their ...
WHO is the Poet? He who sings Of high, abstruse, and hidden things,-- Or rather he who with a liberal ...
IN a garden filled with sunshine, Deep in the heart of Rome, Came the exiled gods of Hellas, And made ...
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, ...
WITHIN a little room Doth one dear Painter sit, 'Tis fringed with Summer bloom, And the ivy drops o'er it: ...
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 ...
WHAT distance parteth thee and me! It is not space, it is not time-- Death hath not put between our ...
AT Reigate, underneath the trees, The autumn ferns were crisped with brown; And, fluttering on a fitful breeze, The autumn-leaves ...
THE skies were dark and bright, Like the eyes that I love best, When I looked into the night From ...
I LOVE to lie In the dreamy heat of an autumn day, Where the painted insects idly play, Floating about ...
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, drowned July 8, 1822.MARY WOLSTONCRAFT SHELLEY, died Feb. 1, 1851.In death they are not divided.TWO graves within ...
CLAMBERING up the rocky bank, Briers and honeysuckles fling Greenest branches unto air Fragrant in the early spring: Streams let ...
OH! thoughts of Genius, cloth'd in hues divine, And sanctifying this time-honour'd spot,-- Oh! sacrifices on the holy shrine Of ...
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