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 ...
The eastern heaven was all faint amethyst,Whereon the moon hung dreaming in the mist;To north yet drifted one long delicate ...
Now may it please my lord, Louis the king, Lily of Christ and France! riding his quest,I, Bishop Ivo, saw a ...
Neither would they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.I was quick in the flesh, was warm, and the ...
Why should I sing of earth or heaven? not rather rest,Powerless to speak of that which hath my soul possessed,—For ...
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