Indian Summer (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
I HAVE strayed from silent places,Where the days are dreaming always;And fair summer lies a-dying,Roses withered on her breast.I have ...
I HAVE strayed from silent places,Where the days are dreaming always;And fair summer lies a-dying,Roses withered on her breast.I have ...
Bees hummed and rooks called hoarsely outside the quiet roomWhere by an open window Gervais, the restless boy,Fretting the while ...
HERE lies the blithe Spring,Who first taught birds to sing,Yet in April herself fell a-crying:Then May growing hot,A sweating sickness ...
A month ago Lysander pray'dTo Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus,That he might die if he betray'dA single vow that ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a ...
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,And the winter winds are wearily sighing:Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,And tread ...
(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald inone of his letters)IGrowing, growing, all the glory going;Flashing out of fire and ...
" A BIRD in my bower Sat calling, a-calling; A bird answered low from the garden afar. ...
I love my mother, the wildwood, I sleep upon her breast;A day or two of childhood, And then I sink ...
1.Oh, my chariot is swinging,Jesus, bring it near,Soft I hear the harp a-ringing,Jesus, bring it near,All my troubles are a-dying,Low ...
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying, Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow, ...
One silent night of late, When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate, And knocking, me molested. Who's that, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
If he should lie a-dying I AM not willing you should go Into the earth, where Helen went; She is ...
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