Lady Jane Wilde Bright Poems
- 1. A Servian Song
Wherefore neighest thou so sadly?
Stampest with the hoof so madly?
Speak my steed-why at the tent
With thy stately neck down bent?
... - 2. Opportunity.from The Italian Of Machiavelli
Who art thou, glorious Form, flashing by me,
So beautiful, so Godlike-wilt thou fly me?
Why o'er thy face and bosom fall thy tresses streaming?
And why the airy pinions on thy white feet gleaming?
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