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 ...
LITTLE the present careth for the past,Too little-'tis not well!For careless ones we dwellBeneath the mighty shadow it has cast.Its ...
SHE is yet a child in years,Twelve springs are on her face,Yet in her slender form appearsThe woman's perfect grace.Her ...
IT suits thee well to weep,As thou lookest on the fair land,Whose sceptre thou hast heldWith less than woman's hand.On ...
WHY doth the maiden turn awayFrom voice so sweet, and words so dear?Why doth the maiden turn awayWhen love and ...
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