Rose Dolores (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
THE moan of Rose Dolores, she made her plaint to me,"My hair is lifted by the wind that sweeps in ...
THE moan of Rose Dolores, she made her plaint to me,"My hair is lifted by the wind that sweeps in ...
THE ladye's bower faced the sea,Its casements framed a sea-born day.She saw the fishers sail away, And, far and high, The gulls ...
WIND of the North, O far, wild wind Born of a far, lone sea--When suns are soft and breezes kind Why are ...
WHEN, as a lad, at break of day I watched the fishers sail away,My thoughts, like flocking birds, would followAcross the ...
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