The Bard Of Breffney (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
Withered with years and broken by Time's play I still do live, who only seek to lay My harp aside ...
Withered with years and broken by Time's play I still do live, who only seek to lay My harp aside ...
Going, going! the voice was loud, And, rising, silenced the chattering crowd. "Going! going! shall it be gone?" The auctioneer ...
In the springtime once I wandered 'mid fair flowers of golden hue; Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in those fields ...
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along, He had no eye the veiling eve ...
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune, And lover's lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting ...
Sweet Content, at the rich man's gate, Called, "Wilt thou let me in?" "No! thou art poor and thou art ...
How I hate the sparrows, the sparrows, the sparrows. In and out and round the house all the live-long day, ...
Beside my window sighs the last lone rose, Saying, 'Alas! farewell! Youth's all but dead.' Like some sweet spirit waiting ...
If thou didst slip 'neath the encircling wave And found sure death in coral groves below, Dost think the sea ...
Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but one fear In all its chill and silent majesty, Lest I should lie ...
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