Category: Poetry
Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time Locked in his glimmering caverns of the Past: Fair women dead and friendships of old rhyme, And noble dreams that had to end at last:-- Ah! these indeed; and from youth's sacristy Full many a holy relic hath he torn, Vessels of mystic f...
Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time Locked in his glimmering caverns of the Past: Fair women dead and friendships of old rhyme, And noble dreams that had to end at last:--...
2. Chapter 2Winter, some call thee fair, Yea! flatter thy cold face With vain compare Of all thy glittering ways And magic snows With summer and the rose; Thy phantom flowers And fretted tr...
3. Chapter 3For beauty and duty are strangers forever, Work and wonder ever apart, And the laws of life eternally sever The ways of the brain from the ways of the heart; Be it flower or pea...