Hic Vir, Hic Est (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
Often, when o'er tree and turret,Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I lingerKnown familiarly as 'King's.'And the ghosts ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret,Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I lingerKnown familiarly as 'King's.'And the ghosts ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Some vast amount of years ago, Ere all my youth had vanished from me,A boy it was my lot to ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
I watch'd her as she stoop'd to pluck A wild flower in her hair to twine; And wish'd that ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's."And ...
Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades, And the shut lily cradles not the bee;The red deer couches in ...
The tender Grace of a day that is past.The dew is on the roses, The owl hath spread her wing;And ...
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