A Manchester Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
THE WIDE sun stares without a cloud: Whipped by his glances truculent The earth lies quivering and cowed. ...
Can you tell me where has hid her Pretty Maid July?I would swear one day ago She passed by,I would ...
There never was a family without its homely man,With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan,An' a shock of ...
What anguish rankled 'neath that silent breast? What spectral figures mocked those staring eyes, Luring them on to Stygian mysteries?What ...
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling ...
I read of the ermine to-day,Of the ermine who will not stepBy the feint of a step in the mire,—The ...
The white mist walks between the treesIn silver gown;Her mystic floating draperiesThe branches drown;And lurking there with eager leerAnd wonder ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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