If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun (George MacDonald Poems)
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
She folded up the worn and mended frock,And smoothed it tenderly upon her knee,Then through the soft web of a ...
"The drug clerk stands behind the counter Young and dapper and debonair…. Before him burn the great unwinking lights The ...
I found a flower in a desolate plot, Where no man wrought,-by a deserted cot, Where no man ...
Sweet Eva! Shall I send thee forthWith other hearts to speak?With all thy timidness and love,Companionship to seek?Send thee with ...
Thou, who when fears attackBidst them avaunt, and BlackCare, at the horseman's backPerching, unseatest;Sweet when the morn is gray;Sweet when ...
Thou art to me like one, who in a dream Of pleasant fancies is borne sleeping by The ...
There stands a cottage by a river side, With rustic benches sloping eaves beneath, Amid a scene of mountain, stream ...
I never gave a lock of hair awayTo a man, dearest, except this to thee,Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,I ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
HE who knows himself and others Here will also see, That the East and West, like brothers, Parted ne'er shall ...
WHAT pulls at my heart so? What tells me to roam? What drags me and lures me From chamber and ...
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
Sights set on what is best for him first and foremost bending their will, their desire to fight to focus ...
You and me, the proof is there to see, our lives are held within the spell of great simplicity, we're ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my ...
Yes, my friends!--that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
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