Daily Archives: August 8, 2016

Poem – Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock

Much suspected by me, Nothing proved can be,  Quoth Elizabeth prisone Advertisements

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Poem – Ah Silly Pug Wert Thou So Sore Afraid

Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?  Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.  It passeth fickle Fortune’s power and skill  To force my heart to think thee any ill.  No Fortune base, thou sayest, shall alter … Continue reading

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Poem – The Consecration 

Joy! joy in bright Ayodhya gladness filled the hearts of all, Joy! joy a lofty music sounded in the royal hall, Fourteen years of woe were ended, Rama now assumed his own, And they placed the weary wand’rer on his … Continue reading

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