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Over the sea our galleys went,With cleaving prows in order brave,To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, A gallant armament:Each bark built out of a forest-tree, Left leafy and rough as first it grew,And nailed all over the gaping…
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TOATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMONIN ROME. [“Now was come about Holy-Cross Day,and now must my lord preach his first sermonto the Jews: as it was of old cared for in tinemerciful bowels of the…
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leaveThat child, when thou hast done with him, for me!Let me sit all the day here, that when eveShall find performed thy special ministry,And time come for departure,…
I chanced upon a new book yesterday;I opened it, and, where my finger lay‘Twixt page and uncut page, these words I read—Some six or seven at most—and learned therebyThat you, Fitzgerald, whom by ear and eyeShe never knew, “thanked God…
All I can say is–I saw it!The room was as bare as your hand.I locked in the swarth little lady,–I swear,From the head to the foot of her–well, quite as bare!‘No Nautch shall cheat me,’ said I, ‘taking my standAt…
I. THE FLOWER’S NAME Here’s the garden she walked across,Arm in my arm, such a short while since:Hark, now I push its wicket, the mossHinders the hinges and makes them wince!She must have reached this shrub ere she turned,As back…
Mr. Alfred Domett, C.M.G., author ofRanolf and Amohia, “full of descriptions ofNew Zealand scenery.] I.I. What’s become of WaringSince he gave us all the slip,Chose land-travel or seafaring,Boots and chest or staff and scrip,Rather than pace up and downAny longer…
He sings. I send my heart up to thee, all my heartIn this my singing.For the stars help me, and the sea bears part;The very night is clingingCloser to Venice’ streets to leave one spaceAbove me, whence thy faceMay light…
A Middle-Age Interlude. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS.A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT,CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR,YPRES CITY. CANTUQUE, _Virgilius._AND HATH OFTEN BEEN SUNGAT HOCK-TIDE AND FESTIVALES. GAVISUSERAM,—Jessides. (It would seem to be a glimpse from theburning of Jacques du Bourg-Mulay,…
(Prologue to ‘The Two Poets of Croisic.’) Such a starved bank of mossTill, that May-morn,Blue ran the flash across:Violets were born! Sky–what a scowl of cloudTill, near and far,Ray on ray split the shroud:Splendid, a star! World–how it walled aboutLife…