Quarterman’s Grace. Part II (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
I.-TRIOLET. Warm from the wall she chose a peach, ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
'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 ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
The wassail had reached its stormy height, The feast was over in hall, When there came and stood at the ...
Out of the night of his sorrow, Why does the ...
IN EAR OF CLUNY WATER.I. BREAK, break, O heart! upon this stony shore Of Time, for not the most tormented ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
Love came knocking at my door in the flowery month of May, ...
Dear Joy, what have I done thee, That thou shouldest ...
The sweet June night but half withdrawn, The watchful stars ...
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 ...
Joy of waves that topple o'er Breaking, lost upon the ...
I.Cain And Abel THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise ...
High-hearted queen, and woman sweet and strong! As queen above ...
With the flying scud, with the birds on the wing, We wandered out at the close of day; Our faint ...
I. A MOTH belated,-sun and zephyr-kist,- Trembling about a pale arbutus bell, Probing to wildering depths its honeyed cell,- A ...
I. VIRGIN of Troy, the days were well with thee When wandering singing by the singing streams Of Ilion, thou ...
THOU standest within thy tabernacle, crowned, Rapt from the world's vain pleasures and turmoil, While, filled with blessing, and sweet ...
WOMAN, whose lot hath alway been to bear Love's load beneath the heart, set there to hold It high, and ...
FROM sea to shore, from river-bed to strand, O'er plain and mountain, Life hath held its way, Clothed in new ...
WILD fields of Ocean, piling heap on heap Thy mountainous wealth of water, but to fling Abroad in spendthrift haste, ...
IF that sad creed which honest men and true Are flouting in the cheerful face of Day, Are teaching in ...
SLEEP, half-blown rose, against my lady's breast, Rocked by my lady's heart and rhythmic breath, Sleep on, sweet rose, awaiting ...
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