Luggage In Advance (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
The Fairies must have come, I said,"For through the moist leaves, brown and dead,The Primroses are pushing up,And ...
The Fairies must have come, I said,"For through the moist leaves, brown and dead,The Primroses are pushing up,And ...
Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,Pleasing Delusion, Witchery divine,Wont to be priz'd above all Wealth,Disease that has more Joys ...
Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,Pleasing Delusion, Witchery divine,Wont to be priz'd above all Wealth,Disease that has more Joys ...
WE have come "the primrose way," Folly, thou and I! Such a glamor and a grace Ever glimmered on thy ...
And with the murmur of the Rhine will come Those legends which have flung, as from a sky We cannot ...
I hear them singing in the open spaces The old, old rites, the music of the moon; The rougher and ...
She is not fair to outward view; No beauty hers of form or faceShe hath no witchery, 'tis true, ...
Miss Prism, having brewed her tea,Saw Charles, her fortune, in the cup;A girl, too wise for witchery,Saw Charles and drank ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
Silently she's combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
(Handbook for Quarreling Lovers)I THOUGHT of offering you apothegms. I might have said, "Dogs bark and the wind carries it ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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