Scholar And The Carpenter (Jean Ingelow Poems)
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
Years roll along; and, as they glide awayIn silent lapse, on every New-Year's day'T is claimed by custom that we ...
The succession of day and nightIs the architect of events.The succession of day and nightIs the fountain-head of life and ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
When I remember the daysthat saw my early childhoodspent on the green shoresof a murmurous lagoon;when I remember the coolness,delicious ...
We move by means of our mud bumps.We bubble as do the dead but more slowly.The products of excruciating purgeswe ...
WALT WHITMAN TO AUSTIN DOBSON I who have walked splay-footed in hobnailed boots, I who have written at large in ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
Still own thee -- still thou art What surgeons call alive -- Though slipping -- slipping I perceive To thy ...
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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