The Poet’s Ministers (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
Poet Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter Yet it must be sweetly drunken: Heart and ...
Poet Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter Yet it must be sweetly drunken: Heart and ...
You say there's a Being all-loving, Whose nature is justice and pity; Could you say where you ...
Sweet, kiss my eyelids close, and let me lie, On this old-fashioned sofa, in the dim And purple ...
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, ...
The crimson color lays As bright as beauty's blush along the West; And a warm golden ...
Sphinx, down whose rugged face The sliding centuries their furrows cleave By sun and frost and cloud-burst; scarce ...
The river on the east Ripples its azure flood within my sight; And, darting from the ...
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 ...
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