The Ballad O The King’s Daughter (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
[How the King's Daughter, having married me, a peasant, for love, heareth of the death of her only brother, and ...
[How the King's Daughter, having married me, a peasant, for love, heareth of the death of her only brother, and ...
THE palms are yellowing in the Autumn heat, I hate the ripple of that tideless sea, But worse the line ...
THEY came across the distant hills With trumpet, pipe, and drum; And all the air with welcome fills, Which deepens ...
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
IN ancient Rome a temple stands, Around whose aged feet The tide flows up from many lands, And eddies through ...
I WAS a child when first I read your books, And lov'd you dearly, so far as I could see ...
I WAS a painter; if I lov'd Her glorious face too much, It was that thought had carv'd its lines,-- ...
PAINTED on a little cloud, Opposite the sunset sky, Far above the high-pil'd crowd Sailing slowly softly by, I saw ...
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