Ghost-Flowers (Mary Thacher Higginson Poems)
IN shining groups, each stem a pearly ray,Weird flecks of light within the shadowed wood,They dwell aloof, a spotless sisterhood.No ...
IN shining groups, each stem a pearly ray,Weird flecks of light within the shadowed wood,They dwell aloof, a spotless sisterhood.No ...
I am no mystic. All the ways of GodAre dark to me.I know not if he lived or if he ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
Year after year the artist wrought With earnest, loving care, The music flooding all his soul To pour upon the ...
FATHER FELIPEI speak not the English well, but Pachita,She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?Eh, little rogue? ...
1424So many stars in heaven,--Flowers in the meadow that shine;--This little one of Domremy,What special grace is thine?By the fairy ...
Strange grows the river on the sunless evenings! The river comforts me, grown spectral, vague and dumb: Long was the ...
Still dark. I don't trustthe newspaper that ignores me."The accused murderer hada disturbed childhood."I shouldn't worry. As Ithink this the ...
Somethings can touch you deep insideCan make you want to cry,Emotions that you can't describeNo matter how hard you try,The ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
O my beloved city, How many times have I deserted you For the sights and sounds of Babylon? How often ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
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