Madonna Pia (Helen Gray Cone Poems)
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be that sing it well. Let them sing it loud and ...
Neither would they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.I was quick in the flesh, was warm, and the ...
The blackberry's bloom, when last we went this way,Veiled all her bowsome rods with trembling white;The robin's sunset breast gave ...
I had remembrance of a summer morn,When all the glistening field was softly stirredAnd like a child's in happy sleep ...
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