Alexis (Alexander Anderson Poems)
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
You were dead, they said; In the churchyard had been laid,Many weeks ago, the dust whose youth was in ...
To Sir Noel PatonI lay in the depths of dreamland, Above me the sky was clear,And only a single blue-bell ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle. —DanteI have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,And the ...
Here in the city as I sit, The twilight filling all the room,I dream, and as my fancies flit, They ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
I lift this old Communion Cup,And, lo!—what visions gather upLike white clouds on a summer dayWhen all the winds have ...
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
Hoo cantie was I in my youth, Afore I ever thocht to range,Or leave my hame, an' be, in sooth, ...
I walked for an hour in Selkirk, In the folds of a noonday dream;And through it there ran for music ...
I loved her when I was at school— So early Cupid flung his fetter;I fought my rivals, like a fool, ...
The long deep grass is springing by the edges of the streams,And the trees have found a secret that bursts ...
On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly ...
A breath went through the Universe, and shookAll things to music, and a mighty voiceRoll'd upward like a psalm, and ...
Like mists that trail along the hill, Dim playthings for the winds to toss,We pass away, and all is still, ...
Ah! often when coming from labour, When I hear the children play,There rises within me a vision Of the school-house ...
I hear the voices of singers, Whose songs stir the pulses of men;They stand on their mountains of vision, Each ...
Brightly shone the brow of Dante, In those years of early youth,When his Beatrice, like an angel, Rose before him ...
I weary to-night, I weary, I weary, I know not why,And a sadness fills me slowly As the twilight fills ...
Half worship? Nay, full worship must be thine, For all the best of Raphael's soul is there, Glowing as in ...
I know not how it is, but when I hear The name of Wordsworth it is as a spell That ...
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