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 Time (29 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. ...
A Lost Eden (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
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 ...
Longing And Asking (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Mother, when we meet upon that shore, Where I too ...
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 Witch’e Last Ride (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
The earth smells dank, the weeds grow rank, The cold ...
A Vision Of Dawn (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I awoke at a breath, and looked out on the world's wan face While the dew like a death-damp hung ...
The Watchers (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
The moonlight fell down calm and clear, and sheeted The ...
To A Mountain Streamlet (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Bright burn, that flings itself or flows Among the blooming ...
Out Of The Night Of His Sorrow (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Out of the night of his sorrow, Why does the ...
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 ...
Love Unrequitted (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
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 ...
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 ...
On Hearing The Introduction To “Lohengrin” (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I. THOSE fine-drawn string?d notes so inly smite, It is as if the bows of sprites could strain The sensitive ...
A Song Of Winter (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
Barbed blossom of the guarded gorse, I love thee where I see thee shine: Thou sweetener of our common-ways, And ...
Dedication To J. E. P. (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
OUR aspens quiver in these pallid rays Of mid-September, more than when the red Hearts of their tender leaves were ...
Niagara (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
ALMIGHTY voice that callest me from sleep, Sleepless thyself through all the past of time, And still unspent, inscrutable, sublime, ...
The Children Of Light (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
ALL ye child-hearted ones, born out of time, Born to an age that sickens and grows old, Born in a ...
The Soul’s Prayer (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
OUR souls are natives of the Infinite, And learn with toil to breathe the air of Time; Our early loves ...
Among The Glaciers (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
LAND of the beacon-hills that flame up white, And spread as from on high a word sublime, How is it ...
King Cophetua And The Beggar Maid (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
A BEGGAR maiden, poor and pale was she, In whom the King Cophetua saw his fate, And brought her in, ...
Broken Speech (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
RIPE fruit of science-demonstrated fact- We grasp at thee in trembling expectation, We humbly wait on thee for explanation: Words ...
The Soul’s Pride (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
AND, mother, if nor sleep nor death may be Till, slaves of Time, we drain his poisoned cup, Still let ...