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 ...
Emily Pfeiffer Poems on Man (38 Poems)
A Rhyme For The Time (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
The Wynnes Of Wynhavod. Act III (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
Quarterman’s Grace. Part I (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
A Hymn Of Praise To Death (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Beautiful Death! I sing thee as one has sung Whose ...
Blown Seed Of Song (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I sat apart upon a hill, And piped and piped ...
The Wynnes Of Wynhavod. Act V (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Fifth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
Madonna Dunya (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
Longing And Asking (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Mother, when we meet upon that shore, Where I too ...
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Sixth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of ...
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Second. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
The wassail had reached its stormy height, The feast was over in hall, When there came and stood at the ...
Nathaniel To Ruth (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The First. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
A Symphony Of Sonnets. I. to X. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
IN EAR OF CLUNY WATER.I. BREAK, break, O heart! upon this stony shore Of Time, for not the most tormented ...
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Third. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
The Fight At Rorke’s Drift (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock. Fitte The Fourth. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
Six 14-Line Poems (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
A Plea (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
To Nature (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
Cain And Abel (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I.Cain And Abel THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise ...
The God Of The Living (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
God is the God of the living, not of the dead. ...
Love, show thine eyes, thy stature infinite (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Love, show thine eyes, thy stature infinite; Thou child of ...
Learn Of The Dog (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. O HEART of man! be humble, nor disdain The latest gospel preached beneath the sun; Learn of the brute ...
To A Moth That Drinketh Of The Ripe October. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. A MOTH belated,-sun and zephyr-kist,- Trembling about a pale arbutus bell, Probing to wildering depths its honeyed cell,- A ...
Klytemnestra (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. DAUGHTER of gods and men, great ruling will, Seething in oily rage within the sphere Which gods and men ...
Gordon (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
The Unrequitable. GONE, with the toil of nigh twelve months undone, Cut from thy grasp by sloth and treachery, When ...
The Joy Of Joys (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
THOU standest within thy tabernacle, crowned, Rapt from the world's vain pleasures and turmoil, While, filled with blessing, and sweet ...
Suggested By The Picture Of The Annunciation By E. Burne Jones (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
WOMAN, whose lot hath alway been to bear Love's load beneath the heart, set there to hold It high, and ...