To Mother (Colwyn Erasmus Arnold Philipps Poems)
Can I make my feeble artShow the burning of my heart?Five-and-twenty years of schoolingSince you bore me, weak and puling,Every ...
Can I make my feeble artShow the burning of my heart?Five-and-twenty years of schoolingSince you bore me, weak and puling,Every ...
Used to come in the blue Of the glacier, at night, from Tamara. With his wingtips he drew Where the ...
though there's not much faith left and very little snow this scene of wimborne minster still makes its christmas show ...
Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard - independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
dear parents hoary and weatherbeaten silently take turns ailing (Sukasah Syahdan)
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; And I lay there in the bunk between, ...
Somehow the skies don't seem so blue As they used to be; Blossoms have a fainter hue, Grass less green ...
When Aunt Jane died we hunted round, And money everywhere we found. How much I do not care to say, ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Success to the good and skilful Dr Murison, For golden opinions he has won From his patients one and all, ...
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled ...
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