The Wayside Cross (John William Streets Poems)
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
See! the milk-white doe is wounded. He will follow as it bounds Through the woods. His horn has sounded. Echoing, for his men ...
We reached the place by night, And heard the waves breaking:They came to meet us with candles alight To show the path ...
I'll tell you a story, a story that's true,A story that's dismal, and comical too;It is of a Friar, who ...
FIRST 'mid the lion Richard's host,Sir Aymer fought in Holy Land;And they loved him well for his honest heart,And they ...
LASHED to the planet, glaring at the sky,An eagle at his heart-the Pagan Christ!Why is it, Mystery? O, dumb Darkness, ...
A sick man's chamber, though it often boastThe grateful presence of a literal toast,Can hardly claim, amidst its various wealth,The ...
Harley, the nation's great support,Returning home one day from court,His mind with public cares possest,All Europe's business in his breast,Observed ...
They went to the January house, A house made all of snow, With windows of ice, and chandeliers Of icicles all in a ...
Soft as the morning's pearly light,Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,Her gentle face was ever brightWith noble thought and purpose ...
WHAT song is best for the soldiers?Take no heed of the words, nor choose yon the style of the story;Let ...
The days o' langsyne, O! the days o' langsyne,Sweet thochts o' the bygane, I never sall tyne;Tho' darklin' I sit ...
THEE finds me in the garden, Hannah,-come in! 'T is kind of theeTo wait until the Friends were gone, who ...
THUNDER of guns, and cries-banners and spears and blood!Troops have died where they stood holding the vantage points-They have raced ...
1A smudge for the horizonthat, on a clear day, showsthe hard edge of hills andbuildings on the other coast.Anchored boats ...
Yes, I remember, 'Twas in February,The sun for months had drunk and drunk from earthIt's hidden moisture, till 'Twas cracked ...
THE GLOVED and jewelled bards who sing Of Pippa, Maud, and Dorothea,Have hardly done the handsome thing For you, my inky Cytherea.Flower ...
IHere in the self is all that man can knowOf Beauty, all the wonder, all the power,All the unearthly colour, ...
A brother's eye had seen the grief That Duart's lady bore;His boat with sail half-raised flies down The sound by green Lismore.Ahaladah, ...
Underneath protected branches, from the highway just aloof;Stands the house of Grand'ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.Square of shape ...
A simple, sodded mound of earth, Without a line above it; With only daily votive flowers To prove that any love it: The token ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;To found our tales on what we can rely;Th' experiment repeatedly I've made,And ...
PULL off thy shoes, and make thy garments white,And sanctify thyself, ere thou dost dareApproach the throne of the dread ...
O'er her death-bedWith sobs I hung,Wild, idle sobs, and in my lonely painKiss'd the dead face again and yet again,And ...
* * * * * In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings, Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings-- His wings which never ...
This motley piece to you I send,Who always were a faithful friend;Who, if disputes should happen hence,Can best explain the ...
ONCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates,A lord, possessed of many large estates,Was angry with a poor and humble ...
A CHRISTMAS LAY.I. Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember;-- Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December;-- Will they never ...
CAN the earth have a voice? Can the clods have speech,To murmur and rail at the demigods?Trample them! Grind their ...
I. 1.O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,Left all night long to mournWhere desolation frowns, ...
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