Winter (Henry Vanderford Poems)
Written in the month of January, the ground covered with snow.'Tis winter, drear winter, and cold the winds blow,The ground ...
Written in the month of January, the ground covered with snow.'Tis winter, drear winter, and cold the winds blow,The ground ...
A star a star in the west!Out of the wave it rose:And it led us forth on a world-far quest;Where ...
When e'er we enter Life's open field,Or life's duties are at hand,When e'er to Necessity's voice we yield,Or heed to ...
He leant against a lamp-post, lost In some mysterious reverie: His head was bowed; his arms were crossed; He yawned, and glanced evasively: Uncrossed ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And ...
Yon, in the depths of the evening's track,Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows,Wild, as in terror, ...
Ever since ending of the summer weather.When last the thunder and the lightning broke,Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,The ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess,Who invented a purely original dress;And when it was perfectly made ...
We'd harbored them on hovels, and in dens, Altho' in price they counted less than cattle,Had they not still the ...
Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;The west wind breathes upon them, pure ...
I have been looking at a hovelAt the back o' behind;It was like something out of a Welsh novelOf the ...
LIBERTY? Is that the cry, then?We have heard it oft of yore.Once it had, we think, a meaning;Let us hear ...
Skies the gray of crystal. A strange design of bridges, some straight, some arched, others descending at oblique angles to ...
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
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