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 ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
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 ...
I sat apart upon a hill, And piped and piped ...
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 ...
The moonlight fell down calm and clear, and sheeted The ...
Bright burn, that flings itself or flows Among the blooming ...
I know not how, dear heart, I came to love you as I do,- ...
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 ...
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 ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
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 ...
The brooding birds are singing, love, And waking up the ...
Love came knocking at my door in the flowery month of May, ...
Returning in the autumn days From what to us were ...
A maiden of a race that heralds glory in, loved one ...
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