Grandmother’s Spring (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
"In my young days," the grandmother said (Nodding her head,Where cap and curls were as white as snow),"In my young ...
"In my young days," the grandmother said (Nodding her head,Where cap and curls were as white as snow),"In my young ...
O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,Their godships should pass this into law,--That when a man doth set himself ...
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!Welcome, joyous air!Like a demon shadowFlies the gaunt despair!Heaven, through heights of happy calm,Its heart of hearts uncloses,To ...
IT was a wellOf whitest marble, white as from the quarry;And richly wrought with many a high relief,Greek sculpture--in some ...
To my office window, gray, Come the sunbeams in their play,Come the dancing, glancing sunbeams, airy fairies of the May; Like a ...
How well my heart remembersBeside these camp-fire embersThe eyes that smiled so far away,-- The joy that was November's. Her voice to ...
"O Printerman of sallow face, And look of absent guile,Is it the 'copy' on your 'case' That causes you to smile?Or is it ...
Oh, for You that I never knew ! -Now that the Spring is swelling,And over the way is a whitening ...
The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,Look! little beads of green begin to grow,And hidden flowers have dated their ...
The Story of Ill May Day, in the reign of king Henry the Eighth, and why it was so called; ...
A RUSSIAN LEGEND. There went a widow woman from the outskirts of the city, Whose lonely sorrow might have moved ...
Will you go a-maying, a-maying, a-maying,Come and be my Queen of May and pluck the may with me?The fields are ...
When Spring comes back to EnglandAnd crowns her brows with May,Round the merry moonlit worldShe goes the greenwood way:She throws ...
See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream.So fleet the works of men, ...
(For Kenton) An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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