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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
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 ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
Returning in the autumn days From what to us were ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
I. LET no man charge thee, woman if thou art, And therefore pitiful, to veil thine eyes From any naked ...
God is the God of the living, not of the dead. ...
Dear day, of all the high-days of the year Most ...
I. THOSE fine-drawn string?d notes so inly smite, It is as if the bows of sprites could strain The sensitive ...
To Memory O DIM, sweet Memory, if thou couldest dower My latter day with snatches of such rest As that ...
NAY, Music, thou art young! Not long ago Thou hadst but rounded to thy perfect form, Thy virginal, sweet heart ...
IF that sad creed which honest men and true Are flouting in the cheerful face of Day, Are teaching in ...
WHEN vexed with waking thought, and its dull gleam, I-waiting on the shore of Time-oft close Mine eyes, and while ...
SONG drew the curtains of my life aside, But left me songless ere the risen day, When hurried heart-beats took ...
SORROW, since I perforce must dwell with thee, Being as thou art, no transient guest, but bold As cunning to ...
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