Earl Roderick’s Bride (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer ...
It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
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 ...
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, ...
White feet half hid in violets, small hands in a burden fair, A burden of Spring's first blossoms she wove ...
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
Where have you been, my pale, pale son, all night in the winter storm? (Hark! the joy bells chime in ...
It will be all the same in a thousand years. And in a thousand years It will be all the ...
The Virgin speaks Draw back the starry curtains of the night, O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
She made roses all the day for pretty ladies' wear, All through the patient hours, half into the night. Dragged ...
See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard; With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze, On his bowed head ...
I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid 'neath ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
Young Robin from the field in the deep shadow runs, Singing boy, pretty maid tossing the hay, he shuns, Light ...
How I hate the sparrows, the sparrows, the sparrows. In and out and round the house all the live-long day, ...
I would I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy praise, I'd teach the birds on ...
Wrapt in the darkness of the night, Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on the ...
I, like a moth to the candle, Am chained by a glance from your eye. If I shun you, the ...
My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead ashes ...
I left my home for travelling; Because I heard the strange birds sing In foreign skies, and felt their wing ...
Last eve as I leaned from my lattice, looked out at the night Where the grey of the sea misted ...
I would have wept with the beast, The bird, the blossoming flower, The hundred years of the oak, Or the ...
Lord! when they came and stood upon my way, With "One is dead," I paused awhile to pray, In brief ...
Here a gentle poet lies, Hurt to death by stinging flies. Hush thy laughter, whisper low. He hath more joy ...
The little birds, they do not heed nor care. The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare, The sleety burden ...
I had loved the pretty birds that by my window sung-The gentle thrush that had his nest the perfumed pines ...
At the grey dawn, amongst the falling leaves,A little bird outside my window swung,High on a topmost branch he trilled ...
Beside my window sighs the last lone rose, Saying, 'Alas! farewell! Youth's all but dead.' Like some sweet spirit waiting ...
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