Charles Edward At Rome (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
17851 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists ...
17851 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.Pohyola's fair and winsome daughter,Glory of the land and water,Sat upon the bow of heaven,On its highest ...
A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
OXFORD. CAMBRIDGE. 1. R. T. RAIKES. ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Walking into the shadows, walking aloneWhere the sun falls through the ruined boughs of locustUp to the president's office. . ...
November 5: 1640Harsh words have been utter'd and written on her, Henrietta the Queen:She was young in a difficult part, ...
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!See our tears repentant streamin'!See the pearly drops a-gleamin', Streamin' from our rheumy eye!Mark our weskits ...
IHow died Melissa none dares shape in words.A woman who is wife despotic lordsCount faggot at the question, Shall she ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
I HAVE been down in a dark valley; I have been groping through a deep gorge; Far above, the lips ...
Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis And Sammy MacGregor on Flo, Jo Chauncy rode Spider, the rankest outsider, But HE'D ...
IDemeter devastated our good land,In blackness for her daughter snatched below.Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was the sand,Where soil had been ...
There once was a time when I revelled in rhyme, with Valentines deluged my cousins, Translated Tibullus and ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
Whether with me, or without me, my dearest one, you will still grow, With my help or without my help, ...
I'm Professor McCann; I'm the memory man.I've a memory no-one would suspect.I remember things you've all forgottenAnd remember what I ...
The afterglow fades and the daylight is failing,Deep gloom settles over the valley so wide;The slow moving column of cattle ...
Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religiousas if I were French?Each time my heart ...
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