The Knitting Song (Jessie Pope Poems)
Sailor lad, on the sodden ground, Sailor lad on the seas,Can't you hear a little clicketty sound Stealing across on the breeze?It's ...
Sailor lad, on the sodden ground, Sailor lad on the seas,Can't you hear a little clicketty sound Stealing across on the breeze?It's ...
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
I could not sleep for longing,a flower-windwafted towards me,streaming in through my windowlike a fragrance-breathing river;I heard the tall palm ...
THE farm-house fire is dull and black,The trailing smoke rolls white and lowAlong the fields till by the woodIt banks ...
Shining pins that dart and clickIn the fireside's sheltered peaceCheck the thoughts the cluster thick - 20 plain and then decrease.He ...
The midnight is not more bewilderingTo her drowsed eyes, than to her ears, the soundOf dim, sweet singing voices, interwoundWith ...
Beeny did not quiver,Juliot grew not gray,Thin Valency's riverHeld its wonted way.Bos seemed not to utterDimmest note of dirge,Targan mouth ...
It is a lovely stream; its wavelets purlAs if they echoed to the fall and riseOf the capricious breeze; each ...
OBERMAIS Obermais! Obermais! Charming bit of Paradise,Where the palm and snow are blended,Where life's joys seem never ended,Where the purl of limpid ...
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
The Legend of Love-Sick Lake WHEN you wander alone through the forest And list to the murmuring song,If your heart ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
Aa! sich a galeWill bring doon mony owd trees in t' dale. Two purl an' two plain.I wish ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets ...
His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rainThat hurtles on the windowpane.Let's draw the curtains close and sitBeside the fire ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
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