The Six Burghers Of Calais (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
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 ...
Menella Bute Smedley Poems on Pain (17 Poems)
The Vow Of Cortes (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Word was brought where Cortes layOn the shores of Coronzel,That, pent from the blessed light of dayAnd the free breath ...
Pats Of Butter (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
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 ...
Disobedience (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Says he, "I'll take my father's gun,Obedience is absurd;And would not it be awful funIf I could shoot a bird!"Says ...
A Ballad (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
O, were you at war in the red Eastern land?What did you hear, and what did you see?Saw you my ...
A Slight Confusion (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
"What's the use of fairies?" said the child,"What's the use of fairies at all?The weeds in my garden grow wild,And ...
A Letter (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Where were you when I suffered? My heart was very faint;It wanted a heart to lean on; where was yours ...
Lines On The Greek Massacre (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
White Angels, listening all aroundThe terror, wrath, and strife of men,For faint heroic notes that soundThrough the mean tumult now ...
A Day’s Fishing (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Down by the pier, when the sweet morn is blowing,Slips from her moorings the fisher's light bark,Sends up her ringing ...
Hunting The Wind (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
When the fire is burning bright,And the kettle hums and singsIn the happy winter night,Children talk of many things:Talk of ...
The Fisherman’s Wife (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
The wind bloweth wildly; she stands on the shore;She shudders to hear it, and will evermore.The rush of the waves, ...
Garibaldi At Varignano (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Never subdued till now,Wounded perhaps to death,Did Italy strike the blow?Say it under your breath!She struck him; we strive in ...
The Sick Child (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Bird, are you singing to me,Perch'd on my own window-sill?Can you, in your little brain,Knowledge have and thought retain,That I ...
A Fancy (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
She placed the pitcher on her head,With idle steps the way she tookAcross the pleasant field that ledDown to the ...
An Anniversary (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
SEPTEMBER 7 1862On the seventh of September, in this dreariest of years,Darkness covers Naples, and the cloud must break in ...
Song (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Take me from these dreary shades,Lift me to some softer morn,Where the laughing light invadesThat old silence of the gladesWhich ...
Once Upon A Time (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Not only echoes from the pastTalk to us in that tender phrase;It rings upon our hearts at last,A watchword for ...