Edward King

  • A Woman's Execution

    Sweet-breathed and young,
      The people’s daughter,
    No nerves unstrung,
      Going to slaughter!

    “Good morning, friends,
      You ’ll love us better,—
    Make us amends:
      We ’ve burst your fetter!

    “How the sun gleams!
      (Women...

  • The Tsigane's Canzonet

    I
              no! no!
        Bird in the darkness singing,
            I will not forget!
        Trill me thy tender lay again,—
        Thy song of passion and of pain;
        Set all the sweet vale ringing
            With thy canzonet.
    Cling to thy...