SE Our mistress bids me with all speed to call Aegisthus to the strangers, that he come And hear more clearly, as a man from man, This newly brought report
Before her slaves, Under set eyes of melancholy cast, She hid her inner chuckle at the...
Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while, And such as by their lords do set but little price, Let them sit still: it skills them not what chance come on the dice
But ye...
Where now is the horse and the rider
Where is the horn that was blowing
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing
I knew you when you were a child,
I don’t recall you,
Although I tried,
Were you were sweet,
Sorrow is my own yardwhere the new grassflames as it has flamedoften before but notwith the cold firethat closes round me this year
Thirtyfive yearsI lived with my husband
The plumtree is white todaywith masses of flowers
Masses of ...
HE has gone,— she has left us in passion and pride,— Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side
She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow, And turned on her brother the face of a foe
Oh,
Caroline,
Everything is farand long gone by
I think that the starglittering above mehas been dead for a million years
I think there were tearsin the car I heard passand something terrible was said
A clock has stopped striking in the houseacro...
When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word
From Wilderland to Western shore,from northern waste to southern hill,through dragon-lair and hidden doorand dar...
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daises white Out o'er the grassy lea Now Pheebus cheers the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies;
But nought can glad the weary wight That fas...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
The golden ball of heaven's eternal fire,
That danced with glory on the silver waves,
Now wants the fuel that inflamed his beams:
A russet pear-tree rises all alone, But rich the growth of leaves upon it shown
I walk alone, without one brother left, And thus of natural aid am I bereft
Plenty of people there are all around, But none like my own father's sons are fou...
When I was a windy boy and a
And the black spit of the chapel fold,(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,