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. ...
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 ...
'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 ...
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 moonlight fell down calm and clear, and sheeted The ...
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
Out of the night of his sorrow, Why does the ...
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 ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
The brooding birds are singing, love, And waking up the ...
Love came knocking at my door in the flowery month of May, ...
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 ...
Dear Joy, what have I done thee, That thou shouldest ...
Woman, what is't you bury here In earth which is ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
Oh, little heart, how close you cling, How close you ...
The sweet June night but half withdrawn, The watchful stars ...
Weary wi' roamin', I sit in the gloamin', I sit ...
Eyes, mine eyes, you are bright Since my true love's ...
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