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. ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
The earth smells dank, the weeds grow rank, The cold ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
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 ...
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
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 ...
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
Now gie me back my milkin' stool, An' leave me ...
O prophet bird, on the leafless bough, Singing of love to the cold young spring; It will come, it will ...
FAIR garden, where the man and woman dwelt, And loved and worked, and where, in work's reprieve, The sabbath of ...
HOW true thy work, blind Builder of the homes Which throng the paths of Life, beasts, fishes, birds, All things ...
POOR, troubled heart, if thou wouldst find relief, And think'st thy woe were eased if it were heard, Go, 'prentice ...
RIPE fruit of science-demonstrated fact- We grasp at thee in trembling expectation, We humbly wait on thee for explanation: Words ...
THE blue above, the sheep-shorn grass beneath, Over the shoulder of the Down we sped, And saw the picture of ...
WHEN gathering shells cast upwards by the waves Of progress, they who note its ebb and flow, Its flux and ...
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