Aspasia (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
O, ye Athenians, drunken with self-praise, What dreams I had of you, beside the sea, In far ...
O, ye Athenians, drunken with self-praise, What dreams I had of you, beside the sea, In far ...
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
I lay me down straight, with closed eyes, And pale hands folded across my breast, Thinking, unpained, ...
Do you hear the women praying, oh my brothers? Do you hear what words they say? These, ...
I cannot find the meaning out That lies in wrong and pain and strife; I know not ...
November came that day, And all the air was gray With delicate mists, blown down ...
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