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 ...
HOW deep within each human heart,A thousand treasured feelings lie;Things precious, delicate, apart,Too sensitive for human eye.Our purest feelings, and ...
IT is Christmas, and the sunshineLies golden on the fields,And flowers of white and purpleYonder fragrant creeper yields.Like the plumes ...
SHE was just risen from her bended knee,But yet peace seem'd not with her piety;For there was paleness upon her ...
OH lone and lovely solitude,Washed by the sounding sea;Nature was in a poet's mood,When she created thee.How pleasant in the ...
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!Life is in them, and death. A word can sendThe crimson colour hurrying ...
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