Morning Song Of The Bees (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
"Awake! awake! for the earliest gleamOf golden sunlight shinesOn the rippling waves, that brightly flowBeneath the flowering vines.Awake! awake! for ...
"Awake! awake! for the earliest gleamOf golden sunlight shinesOn the rippling waves, that brightly flowBeneath the flowering vines.Awake! awake! for ...
Though now it were madness to cherishThe dream that enchained us so long,Yet shall it not utterly perish,For thou hast ...
O Mollie, I would I possessed such a heart; It enchants me--so gentle and true;I would I possessed all its magical ...
Your notes are few,But sweet your songAs honey-dew;And all day long,Dear Bobolink, a-listening,I never tire to hear you sing. (John ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,In the stately Morichal,Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,Peering through the columns tall.Watching vainly for the ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
Those (Cynthia) that do taste the honey-dew, Of thy moist rosie lips, (who ...
A SEA of shade; with hollow heights above, Where floats the redwood's airy roof away, Whose feathery lace the drowsy ...
From sunny countries and skies blueFrom which last autumn-tide you flew,Return, dear birds, where you belong,Most welcome, you!The woods, bereft ...
Through the streets where at windows of old housesthe persian blinds hide secret luxuries,when the cruel sun strikes with redoubled ...
THAT was the thrush's last good-night, I thought, And heard the soft descent of summer rain In the droop'd garden ...
(_From a High Cliff_) Sweep unrest Out of my blood, Winds of the sea! Sweep the fog Out of my ...
SPRING went by with laughter Down the greening hills,Singing lyric snatches, Crowned with daffodils;Now, by breath of rosesAs the soft ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
What the bee is to the floweret, When he looks for honey-dew, Through the leaves that close embower it, That, ...
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