Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... deep and wide , The eyes of the dragons glow ; From the thickets the silent serpents glide ; But I pass them - I let them go . For I shall come , ere the morning light , On some child that cries alone ; On some noble knight o'ermatched ...
... deep and wide , The eyes of the dragons glow ; From the thickets the silent serpents glide ; But I pass them - I let them go . For I shall come , ere the morning light , On some child that cries alone ; On some noble knight o'ermatched ...
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... deep - we plunge and swim . The cold light wets the tide , From the opening east , like the plashes dim On my Twilight's dappled side . We pass like morn o'er dale and hill , O'er desert , moor , and beach ; In the market - places he ...
... deep - we plunge and swim . The cold light wets the tide , From the opening east , like the plashes dim On my Twilight's dappled side . We pass like morn o'er dale and hill , O'er desert , moor , and beach ; In the market - places he ...
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... moan- Betroth'd Agnes ! Pierc'd his bosom always lone- Betray'd Agnes ! Billow - like swell'd the grief Over his heart anew : Prone to the ground he fell , Like a cold corse in hue . Word of grief none he spoke : Deep was his.
... moan- Betroth'd Agnes ! Pierc'd his bosom always lone- Betray'd Agnes ! Billow - like swell'd the grief Over his heart anew : Prone to the ground he fell , Like a cold corse in hue . Word of grief none he spoke : Deep was his.
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Poems Isa Craig- Knox. Word of grief none he spoke : Deep was his groaning . There should his heart have broke Tow'rd an atoning . Up ! he'll fight in Palestina , Bare of his dishonour'd helm , He that left thine head uncover'd Unto ...
Poems Isa Craig- Knox. Word of grief none he spoke : Deep was his groaning . There should his heart have broke Tow'rd an atoning . Up ! he'll fight in Palestina , Bare of his dishonour'd helm , He that left thine head uncover'd Unto ...
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... deep dark river in a belt of cloud , While the great glory of the golden towers Of the celestial city rose beyond . And in the night , when drunken revel roused The echoing street , the boy would lie awake , And firm resolve to go on ...
... deep dark river in a belt of cloud , While the great glory of the golden towers Of the celestial city rose beyond . And in the night , when drunken revel roused The echoing street , the boy would lie awake , And firm resolve to go on ...
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Page 17 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Page 54 - She now compounds for winning ways By morals of the sternest, Methinks the lays of nowadays Are painfully in earnest. When Wisdom halts, I humbly try To make the most of Folly: If Pallas be unwilling, I Prefer to flirt with Polly; To quit the goddess for the maid Seems low in lofty musers; But Pallas is a lofty jade — And beggars can't be choosers. I do not wish to see the slaves Of party, stirring passion, Or psalms quite superseding staves, Or piety "the fashion.
Page 1 - You who sat to see us starve," one shrieking woman said: "Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head." Nay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth, I will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith, I will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and wreath; With a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand, I will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand Where they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land. They shall take all to buy them...