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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
O, Christ, to-night I bring A sad, weak heart, to lay before thy feet; Too sad, ...
A fleet set sail upon a summer sea: 'Tis now so long ago, I look no ...
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