Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... glimmer white , And a half - heard lady's moan . I bear the child , as in a nest , " Twixt sheltering wings of steel ; I bear him home to his mother's breast , And her tears my triumph seal ; And his tiny 16 THE THREE HORSES .
... glimmer white , And a half - heard lady's moan . I bear the child , as in a nest , " Twixt sheltering wings of steel ; I bear him home to his mother's breast , And her tears my triumph seal ; And his tiny 16 THE THREE HORSES .
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Poems Isa Craig- Knox. And her tears my triumph seal ; And his tiny hand , in my gauntlet pressed , Like a lingering thanks I feel . And spur in flank , and lance in rest , On the old knight's foes I flash ; And scatter the knaves to ...
Poems Isa Craig- Knox. And her tears my triumph seal ; And his tiny hand , in my gauntlet pressed , Like a lingering thanks I feel . And spur in flank , and lance in rest , On the old knight's foes I flash ; And scatter the knaves to ...
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... dies Should come again thick tears . She twin'd herself a chaplet Of the white may and the red ; She twin'd herself her chaplet , Then tore it from her head . She gather'd her five branches Of the red may and AD SEPULCRUM . 39.
... dies Should come again thick tears . She twin'd herself a chaplet Of the white may and the red ; She twin'd herself her chaplet , Then tore it from her head . She gather'd her five branches Of the red may and AD SEPULCRUM . 39.
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... left me still . " She look'd adown into the brook , Her tears in the dark stream fell : Her bosom was cold , heart heavy as lead , And the wind was chill and snell . She let her arms beside her fall , Laid her AD SEPULCRUM . 41.
... left me still . " She look'd adown into the brook , Her tears in the dark stream fell : Her bosom was cold , heart heavy as lead , And the wind was chill and snell . She let her arms beside her fall , Laid her AD SEPULCRUM . 41.
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... tear . Beside him lay Her one ring - worn throughout those wedded years , From fingers stiffening in the clasp of death Withdrawn ; and as he gently lifted it , A sudden strangeness fell on all his life , And made it blank through all ...
... tear . Beside him lay Her one ring - worn throughout those wedded years , From fingers stiffening in the clasp of death Withdrawn ; and as he gently lifted it , A sudden strangeness fell on all his life , And made it blank through all ...
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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...