A Rhyme For The Time (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
I.-TRIOLET. Warm from the wall she chose a peach, ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
Mother, when we meet upon that shore, Where I too ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
Beautiful Death! I sing thee as one has sung Whose ...
I sat apart upon a hill, And piped and piped ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
I awoke at a breath, and looked out on the world's wan face While the dew like a death-damp hung ...
The wassail had reached its stormy height, The feast was over in hall, When there came and stood at the ...
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
IN EAR OF CLUNY WATER.I. BREAK, break, O heart! upon this stony shore Of Time, for not the most tormented ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
Out of the night of his sorrow, Why does the ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
A maiden of a race that heralds glory in, loved one ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
Woman, what is't you bury here In earth which is ...
I. THE callow eagle in its downy nest, Betwixt the blue above and blue beneath, Or wrapped in swirling cloud ...
'Twas lately said in open court By one, the first ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
Now gie me back my milkin' stool, An' leave me ...
Unfathomed depths of pure humanity Speak in that face, and ...
O THOU whom men affirm we cannot know,It may be we may never see Thee nearerThan "in the clouds," nor ...
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