Rachel (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
A Legend of Schloss Forst, near MeranPROLOGUEOswald von Wolkenstein, the Last of the Minnesingers, loved a beautifulwoman, named Sabina, who ...
Hear the singing on the boats,As they halt beside the pier!Ah, those fresh Italian throats, How they cheer!Yet the words they ...
Were you ever told the legend oldOf the birth of storms at sea?You should hear the tale in a Channel ...
("Old Lucia", who for many years walked back and forth, every day and inall weathers, between Azzano and Menaggio, a ...
Poor, little bird! the chase is ended;No longer hast thou cause for fear;Within these walls thou art befriended;No sportsmen can ...
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
I know not how, I know not where,But from my own heart's mystic loreI feel that I have breathed this ...
By Acqua Fredda's cloister-wallI pause to feel the mountain breeze,And watch the shadows eastward fallFrom immemorial cypress trees.Like arms outstretched ...
The breath of summer stirs the trees,A thousand roses round me bloom,Whose saffron petals give the breezeA wealth of exquisite ...
San Remo's palms in beauty stand Beside the storied sea,Where azure band and golden sand Are wedded ceaselessly;For from the deep, which ...
The sun is low; Yon peak of snowIs reddening 'neath the sunset glow; The rosy light Makes richly brightThe Jungfrau's veil of snowy ...
'Tis not in the bitterest woes of lifeThat the love of friends, as a rule, grows cold;Still less does it ...
I woke from dreams of rare delightAnd visions of a joyous land,Where loved ones, long since lost to sight,Walked blithely ...
In Mantua in fettersThe faithful Hofer lay,Condemned by hostile soldiersTo die at break of day;Now bled his comrades' hearts in ...
Beside my opened window pane,Each morning in this month of MayA blackbird sings in dulcet strainTwo liquid notes, which seem ...
Stately boats, with happy crowds, Passing up the lake,Leaving, under sunset clouds, Jewels in your wake,From my garden's sheltered strand I can watch ...
Let me sleep on! I would not waken yet,Or leave too soon the peaceful realm of dreams!There, lulled by placid ...
Beyond the blue-robed, sleeping lake,I watch the flush of morning rise,While birds and flowers once more wake,To share with me ...
Snowy sails, silvery sails,Gleaming in the sun,Leaving scores of jewelled trailsIn the course you run,On your white wings bear awayAll ...
O joyous idler in the sun,In pity slacken here thy pace!A lad, whose course is nearly run,Is watching thee with ...
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