Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... seeking face . Then I have an ivory chair high to sit upon , Almost like my Father's chair , which is an ivory throne : There I sit uplift and upright , there I sit alone . Alone by day , alone by night , alone days A ROYAL PRINCESS.
... seeking face . Then I have an ivory chair high to sit upon , Almost like my Father's chair , which is an ivory throne : There I sit uplift and upright , there I sit alone . Alone by day , alone by night , alone days A ROYAL PRINCESS.
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Poems Isa Craig- Knox. Alone by day , alone by night , alone days without end ; My Father and my Mother give me treasures , search and spend : - O my Father , O my Mother , have you ne'er a friend ? As I am a lofty princess , so my ...
Poems Isa Craig- Knox. Alone by day , alone by night , alone days without end ; My Father and my Mother give me treasures , search and spend : - O my Father , O my Mother , have you ne'er a friend ? As I am a lofty princess , so my ...
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... night my Father held a banquet : I must needs be there , Statue - cold , severe , and stately , if not statue - fair ; With hereditary jewels clustered in my hair , With a fan of rainbow feathers and a golden chain , Some bore gusty ...
... night my Father held a banquet : I must needs be there , Statue - cold , severe , and stately , if not statue - fair ; With hereditary jewels clustered in my hair , With a fan of rainbow feathers and a golden chain , Some bore gusty ...
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... night : ah me , what is a throne ? The singing men and women sang that night as usual , The dancers danced in pairs and sets ; but music had a fall , A melancholy windy fall as at a funeral . Amid the toss of torches to my chamber back ...
... night : ah me , what is a throne ? The singing men and women sang that night as usual , The dancers danced in pairs and sets ; but music had a fall , A melancholy windy fall as at a funeral . Amid the toss of torches to my chamber back ...
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... night is rising from the fen , And the sky is like a pall ; And out of the dark , and out of the den , The bad things gather all . Let him go ! -let him go ! Let him plunge ! -Keep away ! He's a foal of Night's own brood . Like a ...
... night is rising from the fen , And the sky is like a pall ; And out of the dark , and out of the den , The bad things gather all . Let him go ! -let him go ! Let him plunge ! -Keep away ! He's a foal of Night's own brood . Like a ...
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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...