A Story Of Doom: Book VI. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
WHEN you were a lad that lacked a trade,Oh, many's the thing you'd see on the wayFrom Kill-o'-the-Grange to Ballybrack,And ...
The crocus rose from her snowy bedAs she felt the spring's caresses,And the willow from her graceful headShook out her ...
MIDNIGHT was on the mountains, Midnight was on the town,And sleep, the balmy seraph, Came sweetly, gently down,Sealing the lids of sorrow, Hushing ...
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber; Holy angels guard thy bed; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, ...
WHEN south winds smelt of earth and brooks ran clear,I made a little pipe of oaten straw,From which of old ...
THE ladye's bower faced the sea,Its casements framed a sea-born day.She saw the fishers sail away, And, far and high, The gulls ...
O solitary watcher on the height,What holds the world for thee, a-near or far?Look up! There dawned for thee one ...
Go! woo the sweet South-wind, vain man!The south-wind capricious and gay, To be steadfast and constant and true,-if you can,-To ...
A highway white with dust that winds amidAn undulating stretch of breezy down,Whose ruggedness by spreading ferns is hid-Four miles ...
I hear thee, echo! And I start to hear thee With a strange shock, as from among the hillsThy ...
I draw a-near you in your sleeping city,Who, in mine ancient freedom,Knew neither loss nor scant;Who hunted even as he ...
(_At Monte Carlo_) We met upon the street; Quick passion sprung into the eye of each; No dilettante ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
Oh, go not out upon the storm, Go not, my sweet, to Swalchie pool! A witch tho' she ...
FAIR garden, where the man and woman dwelt, And loved and worked, and where, in work's reprieve, The sabbath of ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
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