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 ...
None will dwell in that cottage; for, they sayOppression reft it from an honest man,And that a curse clings to ...
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dimNow that her eye no longer dwelt on him,And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then ...
IT was a king in Africa,He had an only son;And none of Europe's crowned kingsCould have a dearer one.With good ...
LITTLE the present careth for the past,Too little-'tis not well!For careless ones we dwellBeneath the mighty shadow it has cast.Its ...
Vain folly of another age,This wandering over earth,To find the peace by some dark sinBanish'd our household hearth.On Lebanon the ...
Alone, alone! — no other faceWears kindred smile, kindred line;And yet they say my mother's eyes.They say my father's brow, ...
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,With thy wild and dreaming eyes;Looking onwards to their prime,Coloured by their April skies,Yet I ...
LIKE some vision oldenOf far other time,When the age was golden,In the young world's primeIs thy soft pipe ringing,O lonely ...
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