The Tournay. (Fidelia S T Hill Poems)
Rose of Lancaster.* * * * *Encircled by a blooming bandOf peerless damsels, fair and young,Reclined yon canopy beneath,How bright ...
Rose of Lancaster.* * * * *Encircled by a blooming bandOf peerless damsels, fair and young,Reclined yon canopy beneath,How bright ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Moons wax'd, and waned in dreary hopelessness,And ever when my days sad task was done,Stretched ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Thy gentle nature, owns no sense, Estelle!Like that which Warriors feel when arrows rattle,Nor can ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Tho' all neglected now, the time hath beenWhen yon wide pleasaunce was the loveliest scene;When ...
Still she was fair, although the bloom of youthHad yielded to the hectic of disease,And fever lighted up her brilliant ...
In other days a tower 'tis saidFar hence upreared its stately head:And proud Saint Oswald ruined nowPeer'd o'er yon lofty ...
The summer sun is sinking redBeneath the "Mountains Blue"And thou upon thy dying bed,Art laid, alas too true,Thornton,The slaves are ...
In vain for thee, the gifts proud Nature gave,The faultless person, and the exalted mind,The martial spirit which adorns the ...
But once I saw her, with the auburn hairIn rich profusion, shading her pure cheek,A cheek of beauty, and so ...
O it was gorgeous May,And the hot sun was shining bright,Behind us Kingston lay,And fair Port Royal in our sight.And ...
I entered the wide spreading streets - methoughtOf a vast city; all was bustle there:Crowds hurried on with eager looks ...
Rose of Lancaster.Her downcast eyes are bent on earth,On her wild harp one lily armRested - then swept the trembling ...
And art thou safely moored at lastSo "long of wind, and waves the sport?"A proud and gallant bark thou wastAs ...
With many a tear, and sigh of fond regretWe left thee Thornton, in thy foreign grave,Even where the wide, and ...
Fair flower of Christmas - white chrysanthemum!I mark thy blossoms wave, thy fragile formBend to the breeze, yet brave the ...
I'll not forget thee Wakefield! times may change,And I upon this earth a wanderer be,But far or near, or wheresoe'er ...
* * * * *Fitz Eustace. -"The seagull flutters to her nestThe fishermen are gone to rest,A sheltering roof will ...
The lapse of years hath not yet parted theeFrom our most dear remembrance, shrin'd in thoughtThou reignest o'er a melancholy ...
Fitz Eustace.In gay parterres where I have beenWhat groups of gaudy flowers I've seenYes, flowers which some call fair!The tulip ...
A rosier blooms in yonder wood,A rosier fair I trow;There is a canker in the bud,A blight hangs on the ...
Legend of Evans-Dale.* * * * *The sun pours forth as rich a rayAs ever graced Autumnal day,And ne'er did ...
Music - Kr?usser."Thou poor blind girlWhy clings't thou thus to me,Is yonder battle fieldA fitting place for thee?Gentlest of beings ...
Here are pansies to plant round thy tomb,For thought, busy meddling thought,Recalls what thou wert, and thy doomAwakens the sadness ...
Yes! there was one that loved thee - years that stealIn swift succession from this changing scene,Cannot efface thine image; ...
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