The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
iJonquil was a shepherd lad,White he was as the curded cream,Hair like the buttercups he had,And wet green eyes like ...
Thou happy, happy elf!(But stop,-first let me kiss away that tear-)Thou tiny image of myself!(My love, he's poking peas into ...
Lest he miss other children, lo!His angel is his playfellow.A riotous angel two years old,With wings of rose and curls ...
I remember thee in my youth, when our handsWere still soft and dimpled, and the contact of them;And the bright ...
Dust thou art, and unto dust,Playfellow, return thou must;Lingering death it is to stayIn the prison-house of clay—Bricks of Egypt, ...
The tiger, on the other hand,Is kittenish and mild,And makes a pretty playfellowFor any little child.And mothers of large families(Who ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
To the Editor Mr. Editor,—The riddling lines which I send you, were written upon a young lady ...
As William and Thomas were walking one day, They came by a fine orchard's side: They would rather eat apples ...
"""When Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench."" Love's Labour's Lost SWIFT across the palace floor Flashed her ...
When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With ...
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door Shall the Playfellow Heart complain Though the Ring is unwhole, ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And ...
The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Lest he miss other children, lo! His angel is his playfellow. A riotous angel two years old, With wings of ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
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