The Bitterness Of Death (Mary Jane Jewsbury Poems)
Is there no armour of the soul whereinI may array my thoughts and vanquish Death?It may not be: my hour ...
Is there no armour of the soul whereinI may array my thoughts and vanquish Death?It may not be: my hour ...
Why should a tear be in an old man's eye?Wordsworth.I passPleasantly on: the road leads to the skies,And mine's a ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
OF THE PRIORY,CORNWALL. WHEN the awaken'd soul receivesThe first impression fancy gives,Temper'd by soft affection's reign,Sweet are the days of ...
Year after year the morning light soft lies Along Cornwall on wave-beat cliff and scar; Year after year ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
Start Point and Beachy HeadTell their tale of quick and dead.Forelands both and DungenessSee many a ship in distress.The Lizard ...
Three men of Ireland left its airFor Alfred's in a boat quite bareOf oars and canvas. Muse! RelateHow they, for ...
There is a wind in Cornwall that I know From any other wind, because it smells Of the warm honey ...
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
A Well there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
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