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 ...
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. ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
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 ...
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 ...
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of ...
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 ...
The moonlight fell down calm and clear, and sheeted The ...
Bright burn, that flings itself or flows Among the blooming ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
The brooding birds are singing, love, And waking up the ...
You are singing, always singing, As I heard you long ...
In a western city new-born from a withering fire, Fresh ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
I. THE callow eagle in its downy nest, Betwixt the blue above and blue beneath, Or wrapped in swirling cloud ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
I.Cain And Abel THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise ...
Poor heart, that wast so proud, how art thou tamed, ...
So it is Life not Death that still decreeth ...
High-hearted queen, and woman sweet and strong! As queen above ...
Alone, alone! Life's bitterest loss or gain Is this: that ...
Pale Death, of thy sole self how art thou fair! ...
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