The Painter Of Florence (Ernest Jones Poems)
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
In a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the door, And hunger ...
LEAWOOD HALL,A Chistmas Tale. IN a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the ...
TO MY READERS,-MY Life has been a wild, strange life,Now lulled in love-now wrapt in strife;I've had my dreams as ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
Spring is come, and shades departLighter beats each human heart;Ghost-like snow-is fleeting slow,And the green spring-grasses grow.Streams, that long have ...
Sons of freedom! break your slumbersThe day of glory's drawing nigh,Against us tyranny's red numbersRear their bloody banner high. ...
1. The land it is the landlords'; The traders' is the sea;The ore the usurer's coffer fills, But ...
FORTH to the fight! then shining sword of song! Sing, sing the toil, that makes the toiler strong. Sing, how ...
They told me 'twas a fearful thing to pine in prison lone: ...
Gate!-that never wholly closes, Opening yet so oft in vain!Garden! full of thorny roses! ...
In a wretched, lonely, desolate spotThat nursed and cherished and sheltered it not, In a cold and ...
In the desert of life I found thee,In the wide, wide desert of life alone! The wilderness ...
RIGHT onward the river is rolling, Its fountains are pulsing below,And 'tis not in human controlling To turn ...
Ah! the sun-the sun is setting, And the rocks are rimm'd with gold;Darker yet the shades are getting, ...
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