‘Twas June, Not I (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
You say there's a Being all-loving, Whose nature is justice and pity; Could you say where you ...
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
Dull, yellow, heavy, lustreless-- With less of radiance than the burnished tress, Crumpled on Beauty's forehead: cloddish, cold, ...
Nay, Hylas, I have come To where life's landscape takes a western slope, And breezes from the occidental ...
Do thy chamber windows open east, Beloved, as did ours of old? And do you stand when ...
The crimson color lays As bright as beauty's blush along the West; And a warm golden ...
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 ...
The river on the east Ripples its azure flood within my sight; And, darting from the ...
What tellest thou to heaven, Thou royal tropic tree? At morn or noon or even, Proud dweller ...
In the deep woods of Mexico, Where screams the "painted paraquet," And mocking-birds flit to and fro, ...
Said one to me: "I seem to be-- Like a bird blown out to sea, In the hurricane's ...
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