‘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 ...
Poet Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter Yet it must be sweetly drunken: Heart and ...
O, ye Athenians, drunken with self-praise, What dreams I had of you, beside the sea, In far ...
Do thy chamber windows open east, Beloved, as did ours of old? And do you stand when ...
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, ...
What tellest thou to heaven, Thou royal tropic tree? At morn or noon or even, Proud dweller ...
One evening as I sat beside the sea, A little rippling wave stole up to me, And whispered ...
Said one to me: "I seem to be-- Like a bird blown out to sea, In the hurricane's ...
O, Christ, to-night I bring A sad, weak heart, to lay before thy feet; Too sad, ...
I leant above your chair last night, And on your brow once and again, I pressed a ...
Under the pines sat a young man and maiden, "Love," said he; "life is sweet, think'st thou not so?" ...
The highest use of happy love is this; To make us loving to the loveless ones; ...
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