Chillingham (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories