Saint Maura: A.D. 304 (Charles Kingsley Poems)
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!The guards are crouching underneath the rock;The lights are fading in the ...
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!The guards are crouching underneath the rock;The lights are fading in the ...
And should she die, her grave should beUpon the bare top of a sunny hill,Among the moorlands of her own ...
List a tale a fairy sent usFresh from dear Mundi Juventus.When Love and all the world was young,And birds conversed ...
He wiled me through the furzy croft;He wiled me down the sandy lane.He told his boy's love, soft and oft,Until ...
Welcome, wild North-easter.Shame it is to seeOdes to every zephyr;Ne'er a verse to thee.Welcome, black North-easter!O'er the German foam;O'er the ...
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,Like motes in the sunnes beam;And over him stood the Weird Lady,In her ...
There stood a low and ivied roof,As gazing rustics tell,In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well.Above the ivies' ...
Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.Not ...
Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the ...
See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream.So fleet the works of men, ...
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
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