Loss And Waste (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Up to far Osteroe and Suderoe The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks,O'er minted gold the fair-haired fishers go, O'er sunken ...
Up to far Osteroe and Suderoe The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks,O'er minted gold the fair-haired fishers go, O'er sunken ...
He who swings a mighty hammer,He who reaps a field of corn,He who breaks the marshy meadowTo provide for wife, ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
On Cape Misenum shone a palace fair Among the laurels by the summer sea; Long colonnades, and wondrous artistry, And ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
Whilom ago, in lowly life,Young Eva lived and smiled,A fair-haired girl, of wondrous truth,And blameless from a child.Gentle she was, ...
"So closed our tale, of which I give you allThe random scheme as wildly as it rose:The words are mostly ...
Come I from busy haunts of men, With nature to commune, Which you, it seems, observe, and then Laugh out, ...
She was a phantom, &c.In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;And ...
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel, Fair-haired and heavy-jaw; For he feared not the gates of hell, Spiked 'round with heaven's ...
THE CHANCELLOR mused as he nibbled his pen (Sure no Minister ever looked wiser), And said, "I can summon ...
Loved alike by Air and Water Aye must be Thessalia's daughter; To us, Olympian hearts, are given Spells that draw ...
My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched, He goes all full of grieving; The web of gloom upon his brow Is ...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; ...
Why should this Negro insolently stride Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? Piled in his barrow, tawnier than ...
Beside a crib that holds a baby's stocking, A tattered picture book, a broken toy, A sleeping mother dreams that ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
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