Perdita (Florence Earle Coates Poems)
" SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales ...
" SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales ...
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
Now thou art gone, O BURNS ! to thy last bed,Where Kings and Ploughmen, Wits and Fools, are laid;Nor softer ...
Of mornings, bright and early,When the lark is on the wingAnd the robin in the mapleHops from her nest to ...
Good old days--dear old days When my heart beat high and bold--When the things of earth seemed full of life, ...
Majuba Day! Majuba Day!Here's a health to Bobs and his force to-day!For the wiped-out shame from Britannia's fame,And the work ...
I love a storm in early MayWhen springtime's boisterous, firstborn thunderOver the sky will gaily wanderAnd growl and roar as ...
THE sun is setting--not in colours gay, But pure as when he blazed with noonday heat; The upland path is ...
Let gleeful muses sing their roundelays! So might my muse have sung;But in the jocund days When she ...
CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful, sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!) City of ...
While for me gapes the greedy grave It don't make sense That I should have a crazy crave To paint ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
The Junior God looked from his place In the conning towers of heaven, And he saw the world through the ...
I own a gorgeous Cadillac, A chauffeur garbed in blue; And as I sit behind his back His beefy neck ...
This is To-day, a child in white and blue Running to meet me out of Night who stilled The ghost ...
STRANGE are the ways of men, And strange the ways of God! We tread the mazy paths That all our ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover, That letters a message for us as for ...
When the buds began to burst, Long ago, with Rose the First I was walking; joyous then Far above all ...
Wisteria, hysteria is as obvious a rhyme as Viagra and Niagara there must be a reason honeymooners traditionally went to ...
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