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 ...
O, ye Athenians, drunken with self-praise, What dreams I had of you, beside the sea, In far ...
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 ...
Sweet, kiss my eyelids close, and let me lie, On this old-fashioned sofa, in the dim And purple ...
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 ...
I cannot find the meaning out That lies in wrong and pain and strife; I know not ...
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 ...
Behold my soul? She sits so far above you Your wildest dream has never glanced so high; ...
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