Poems by Theophilus Marzials

The wan witch at the creepy midnight hour,
When the wild moon was flying to its full,
Went hu...

What cunning craftsman coin'd the thread
Of gold her hair so fair and fine?
What gardener laid ...

She has griffins twain to guard her gate,
A mastiff-hound to watch in her hall,
A page for he...

Endymion sleeps along the distant hills,
Calm in the cool clear kissing of the moon,
That all...

I stand as on the verge of life; 'tis Spring,
When springs are welling ere they brim away;
Wh...