Charles Henry Webb
Poems (4)
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Dum Vivimus Vigilemus
Turn out more ale, turn up the light; / I will not go to bed to-night. … -
Gil, the Toreador
The queen sat in her balcony, / The Loveliest of Spain; … -
March
The earth seems a desolate mother,— / Betrayed like the princess of old, … -
With a Nantucket Shell
I send thee a shell from the ocean beach; / But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech. …