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 ...
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
The brooding birds are singing, love, And waking up the ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
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 ...
Whaur hae ye gotten that glisterin' ring, Ower fine to ...
I.Cain And Abel THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise ...
Spring sends young fishes to the sea, Young fledglings to ...
With the flying scud, with the birds on the wing, We wandered out at the close of day; Our faint ...
I. THOSE fine-drawn string?d notes so inly smite, It is as if the bows of sprites could strain The sensitive ...
I. VIRGIN of Troy, the days were well with thee When wandering singing by the singing streams Of Ilion, thou ...
O prophet bird, on the leafless bough, Singing of love to the cold young spring; It will come, it will ...
NAY, Music, thou art young! Not long ago Thou hadst but rounded to thy perfect form, Thy virginal, sweet heart ...
ALL ye child-hearted ones, born out of time, Born to an age that sickens and grows old, Born in a ...
FROM sea to shore, from river-bed to strand, O'er plain and mountain, Life hath held its way, Clothed in new ...
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