Her Going (Eleanor Agnes Lee Poems)
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* ...
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* ...
Press each on each, sweet wings, and roof me in Some clos?d cell to hold my weariness,Desired—as from unshadowed plains ...
Down by the orchard plot a man and boy, The boy's hat just above the whitened floor Of oats half ...
Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,The slow blue rumour of the hill;Let the ...
Blessed Trinity have pity! You can give the blind man sight,Fill the rocks with waving grasses-- Give my house a ...
I know a clough where nightlyMy spirit goes in dream,Where wind-bent trees grow scantlyBeside a brawling stream,And there, by gorse ...
Open horizons round,O mounting mind, to scenes unsung,Wherein shall walk a lusty Time:Our Earth is young;Of measure without bound;Infinite are ...
The earth a cheerless look still wears,But spring's breath is already swayingThe dead stalks in the field and playingWith boughs ...
WINDS that fanning close and byre Scarce the fading leafage stir;Scarlet berries on the briar, Each a rose's sepulchre.Crimson ...
When in the long—drawn avenues of Thought I halt, and look before me and behind, And seek what erst I ...
I have come to you, delighted,To tell you that sun has risen,That its light has warmly started To fulfil on ...
"Crown me with roses,Crown me really With roses -Roses which burn outOn a forehead burning So soon out!Crown me with ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
I Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day ...
Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old To sit so late in your mouldy garden? And I think Conrad knows it well, ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray That o'er the general leafage boldly grew, He summ'd the woods in song; ...
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