A Calendar of Sonnets: February (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save ...
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save ...
The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought ...
We walked amongst the ruins famed in story Of Rozel-Tower, And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory And heave ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
Her name means deer, gazelle; while a widow her spirit leaping jumping, bounding as her name Giving of herself, with ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
How straight it flew, how long it flew, It clear'd the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease, In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine ...
Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wander'd ...
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of ...
O you would clothe me in silken frocks And house me from the cold, And bind with bright bands my ...
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