The Butterfly (Alice Freeman Palmer Poems)
I hold you at last in my hand,Exquisite child of the air.Can I ever understandHow you grew to be so ...
I hold you at last in my hand,Exquisite child of the air.Can I ever understandHow you grew to be so ...
AD PUERUMHorace: Book I, Ode 32."_Persicos odi, puer, apparatus_."Nix on the Persian pretence! Myrtle for Quintus H. Flaccus!Wreaths of the ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
[Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in his Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical effusions used ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
Why is it that in dreams I have visited - As teacher or pupil - almost every college and school ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
Some day, if I should ever lose you, will you be able then to go to sleep without me softly ...
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
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