‘Look at The Clock!’ : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid’s Story (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
FYTTE I.'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce,As she open'd the door to her husband's knock,Then paus'd to give him ...
FYTTE I.'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce,As she open'd the door to her husband's knock,Then paus'd to give him ...
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
DOROTHEA.As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly ...
Where pastoral Tweed, renown'd in song,With rapid murmur flows;In Caledonia's classic ground,The hall of Arthur rose.A braver Briton never arm'dTo ...
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.King Hafbur & King SiwardThey needs must stir up strife,All about the sweetling SignyWho was so fair ...
And when two days were over, Japhet said,"Mother, so please you, get a wife for me."The mother answered, "Dost thou ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
PILGRIMS who journey in the narrow way,Should go as little cumbered as they may.'Tis heavy sailing with a freighted ship ...
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 ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth ...
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
The land of Avia, lovely is the scene,Clothed every evening in a silvery sheen;The rippling brook and birds make music ...
Her younger sister, that Speranza hight.England puts on her purple, and pale, pale With too much light, the primrose doth but ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
This piece, as many more of Ossian's compositions, is addressed to one of the first Christian missionaries. The story of ...
FAR in the west, where still the red man heldHis rights unrifled, dwelt an aged chief,With his young daughter. Joyous ...
Waziya_ came down from the North-- from the land of perpetual winter.From his frost-covered beard issued forth the sharp-biting, shrill-whistling North-wind;At the ...
Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of ...
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise,That most forgot from which true bliss would riseWhen marriage for a daughter ...
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,on account of a curse from his ...
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
The hostility of the kindred races of Pandu and Kuru forms one of the great circles of Indian fable. It fills ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
Should poverty, modest and clean, E'er please, when presented to view, Should cabin on brown heath, or green, Disclose aught engaging to you, Should ...
The night it was still, and the moon it shoneSerenely on the sea,And the waves at the foot of the ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st ...
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