A Story Of Plantagenet (Nora Pembroke Poems)
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, stilllives or did live very recently, an ancient ...
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, stilllives or did live very recently, an ancient ...
I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, Must pass from earth away, And, because wild remorse Pursues me--is my curse, My guilty ...
The young Prince of Anhalt Dessau, The Dowager's only son,Was a sturdy strong-limbed fellow And a most determined one.Shook the tutor his ...
October's leaf was sere; The day was dark and drear.Wild war was loosed in rage o'er our quiet country then; When at ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
PART IAway up on the River aux Lievres, That is foaming and surging always,And from rock to rock leaping through rapids, Which ...
'At last he is dead'So the wondering, horror-struck neighbours said, A skilful touch of his knife Has cut the thread of a ...
With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, The old year with closed record steals away;Record of gladness, suffering, joy, and woe, Of ...
It was not that I lived a life of ease, Quiet, secure, apart from every care;For on the darkest of my ...
What is it that has stilled the usual hurry, Checking the eager tread of rapid feet?Why does the business face look ...
By the sad fellowship of human suffering, By the bereavements that are thine and mine,I venture--oh, forgive me!--with this offering, I would ...
Who is the maid with silken hair By clear Maine Water roaming?For the fairy Queen is not so fair As she in ...
Dearest of all, whose tenderness could rise To share all sorrow and to soothe all pain;The blessings breathed for thee with ...
Since ere I left my native isle,My childhood's home, life's happy smileAnd crossed the separating seas,Nothing my lonely heart could ...
They only see the snow heaped on the moor, The bare trees shivering in the winter's breath,The icy drift that sifteth ...
(WALTER AND FREDDIE.)From morn to eve, from evening unto morning, I mourn and cannot rest;So mourns the mother bird when home ...
I have not wept for Edgar, as a mother Weeps for the tender lamb she lays to rest;And yet it cannot ...
Thou art, and, therefore, Thou art near, oh God! Thick darkness covers me, I cannot see;Is this the Shepherd's crook, or ...
They will place a bridal wreath, maiden, To crown all your shining hair;The mist-like cloud of the bridal veil Will float round ...
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