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 ...
I.-TRIOLET. Warm from the wall she chose a peach, ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
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 ...
The wassail had reached its stormy height, The feast was over in hall, When there came and stood at the ...
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 ...
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 ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
Weary wi' roamin', I sit in the gloamin', I sit ...
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 ...
Poor heart, that wast so proud, how art thou tamed, ...
Though Death you once came near me, I feared thee ...
God is the God of the living, not of the dead. ...
We had a bower among the beans, My little love and I, Where by his side as kings set queens ...
Unfathomed depths of pure humanity Speak in that face, and ...
Dear day, of all the high-days of the year Most ...
O prophet bird, on the leafless bough, Singing of love to the cold young spring; It will come, it will ...
I love to feel your hand, beloved, I love to feel your hand; Then hold me fast until we part ...
WHEN death-the dreadful shadow of the earth- Rests on the mortal face of Love's twin star, Love turns dismayed, as ...
THE forms that in our life's reflecting glass Confront the passive consciousness alone, Are as unmated blossoms, hardly blown, Ere ...
POOR, troubled heart, if thou wouldst find relief, And think'st thy woe were eased if it were heard, Go, 'prentice ...
COME sit thee down and rest at Death's pale feet, Learn of his silence, in his shadow lie, And never ...
THE flower-crowned Greek, amid his ilex-groves, Breathing sweet breath, the morning in his heart, Is Nature's fairest word, wherein each ...
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