A Contrast (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth,Up grew she to her gentle height,-Grew to the level of the lightThat shines by ...
Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth,Up grew she to her gentle height,-Grew to the level of the lightThat shines by ...
"'I loosened the bonds which bindThe Pestilence, my slave;I sent him forth as the wind,I bade him stand in the ...
The burghers six of Calais,True were they and brave;To save their fellow-townsmenTheir lives they freely gave.Will ye hear their story?Come ...
Fairies can hide anywhere,Up and down, and in and out,'Neath the cushion of a chair,In a teapot's empty spout;They can ...
In the beautiful forest is strayingAn innocent little white doe,And the creature is happily playingWith the sunlight that flickereth so;The ...
Two children are lost in a wood,What can they do? what can they do?They have not a morsel of food,And ...
When midnight flung o'er earth and seaHer solemn veil of gloom,All fearless and alone was she,The Lady Grizzel Hume,-Lighted beneath ...
At twilight in beautiful summers,When all the dew is shed,And all the singers and hummersAre safe at home in bed,In ...
Where were you when I suffered? My heart was very faint;It wanted a heart to lean on; where was yours ...
White Angels, listening all aroundThe terror, wrath, and strife of men,For faint heroic notes that soundThrough the mean tumult now ...
Down by the pier, when the sweet morn is blowing,Slips from her moorings the fisher's light bark,Sends up her ringing ...
When the fire is burning bright,And the kettle hums and singsIn the happy winter night,Children talk of many things:Talk of ...
She is sleeping on the grass,Where her daily footsteps pass;All her errands left undoneAt the bidding of the sun;From the ...
The moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining too,The summer-night is calm, and the sea is very ...
She has not a morsel to eat!Just fancy a child in that state,Creeping along all alone in the street,A sweet ...
The mountain church of FrauenburgHath many a narrow bed,Where the oaken cross points upward,And peasants weep their dead;Stand we beside ...
Many voices in the woodlandsStrike on the delighted ear,-Voices from the trees above usSinging to the opening year;Notes that seem ...
Across the moon the beech-tree weavesAn airy mystery of leaves,The lights which through that covert passGlisten like rain-drops on the ...
Her heart is light, her fancy free,Her morn of womanhood,Fresh as the wind that curls the sea,Is chainless and unwoo'd;The ...
O little flowers, you love me so,You could not do without me;O little birds that come and go,You sing sweet ...
Little beggar children, with your little ragged dresses,Does love atone for joys unknown by beautiful caresses?Or, do you live in ...
It is the hour of eveningWhen nature is at rest:Each weary bird is sleepingWithin its pleasant nest;The bee hath ceased ...
Quoth the boy, "I'll climb that tree,And bring down a nest I know."Quoth the girl, "I will not seeLittle birds ...
She placed the pitcher on her head,With idle steps the way she tookAcross the pleasant field that ledDown to the ...
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