The Troubadour. Canto 1 (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
WHY did she love her mother's so?It hath wrought her wondrous wo.Once she saw an armed knightIn the pale sepulchral ...
SHE sat alone beside her hearth-For many nights alone;She slept not on the pleasant couchWhere fragrant herbs were strewn.At first ...
DEAD!-it was like a thunderboltTo hear that he was dead;Though for long weeks the words of fearCame from his dying ...
He is come from the land of the sword and shrine,From the sainted battles of Palestine;The snow plumes wave o'er ...
Alone, alone! — no other faceWears kindred smile, kindred line;And yet they say my mother's eyes.They say my father's brow, ...
The muffled drum rolled on the air,Warriors, with stately step, were there;On every arm was the black crape bound,Every carbine ...
IT suits thee well to weep,As thou lookest on the fair land,Whose sceptre thou hast heldWith less than woman's hand.On ...
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