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 ...
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 ...
'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 ...
The earth smells dank, the weeds grow rank, The cold ...
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 ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
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 ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
My true love made a home for me Or ever ...
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 ...
We awake up in the twilight of the dawn; yes, ...
The sweet June night but half withdrawn, The watchful stars ...
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
I. THE callow eagle in its downy nest, Betwixt the blue above and blue beneath, Or wrapped in swirling cloud ...
I. LET no man charge thee, woman if thou art, And therefore pitiful, to veil thine eyes From any naked ...
Spring sends young fishes to the sea, Young fledglings to ...
When the last laden bee has homeward flown, And daisies ...
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