Category: Poetry
Poet of beauty, pardon me If touch of mine have tarnishèd Thy Pearl's pure luster, loved by thee; Or dimmed thy vision of the dead Alive in light and gaiety. Thy life is like a shadow fled; Thy place we know not nor degree, The stock that bore thee, school that bred; Yet shall...
"Courtesy flowers thy folk among, And charity, I well believe. If foolish words flow from my tongue, Let not my speech thy spirit grieve. A queen in heaven while yet so young, T...
1. Part 1Poet of beauty, pardon me If touch of mine have tarnishèd Thy Pearl's pure luster, loved by thee; Or dimmed thy vision of the dead Alive in light and gaiety. Thy life is like a...
3. Part 3The great delight His coming gave, It were too much for me to tell. When He approached the Elders grave, Prone there before His feet they fell; Legions of summoned angels brave...