Fate (Helge Rode Poems)
I was riding one day, 'twas a bright sunny day,not a cloud to be seen in the sky,When a small ...
I was riding one day, 'twas a bright sunny day,not a cloud to be seen in the sky,When a small ...
THE GREAT world stretched its arms to me and held me to its breast, They say I've song-birds in my throat, ...
With cheeks that paled the rosy morn She bounded o'er the heather,And romped with us among the corn When we were kids ...
Welladay! Here I lay You at rest--all worn away, O my pencil, to the tip Of our old companionship! Memory Sighs to see What you are, and ...
When Ham and Shem and JaphetThey walked the capstan roundUpon the strangest vessel,Was ever outward bound,The music of their voicesFrom ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe. And ...
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing -- low -- singing -- And the dim rippling river ...
Oh, a ship in the Tropics, a-foaming along, With every stitch drawing, the Trade blowing strong, The white caps around ...
COMES there now a mighty rally From the weald and from the coast,Down from cliff and up from valley, ...
I don't know who Saint Mawes was, but he surely can't have beenA stiff old stone gazebo on a carved ...
By Murphy's Hotel as I loitered alongI heard an old shellback a-singing his song,A crazy old chorus, a song of ...
" A BIRD in my bower Sat calling, a-calling; A bird answered low from the garden afar. ...
Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a-singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring-clear not ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
WHETHER upon the garden seat You lounge with your uplifted feet Under the May's whole Heaven of blue; Or whether ...
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