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 ...
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along, He had no eye the veiling eve ...
Haste, maiden, haste! the spray has come to budding, The dawn creeps o'er the heavens gold and fair. Come, see ...
Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but one fear In all its chill and silent majesty, Lest I should lie ...
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