At One Again (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
And so it proved! The nation felt, ere long, That peaceful signal, and, with blessings fraught, A new-born joy appeared; in gladsome ...
To this city joy reveal it! Peace as its first signal peal it! (Song of the Bell—concluding lines.)AND so it proved! The ...
In his arm-chair, warmly cushioned,In the quiet earned by labor,Life's reposeful Indian summer,Grandpa sits; and lets the paperLie upon his ...
BRETHREN, what bequest to you should comeFrom the lowly poor man, going home,Whom ye younger ones with patience tended,Whose last ...
THE tropic stars are looking downUpon the midnight deep;The wind blows fresh, as on our courseRight gallantly we sweep;For thee ...
In my garden it is night-time,But a still time and a bright time,For the moon rains down her splendor,And my ...
Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,And fields of foodful grain;My home is 'mid the mountain rocks,The Desert my ...
CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth;While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust.-----WHAT ...
Ah, could I love thee, thou,The loveless o' the earth!And pry aneath the cranniesYet untouched by mortal hand,To send therein ...
Spring hath returned: the narcissus in the garden wantoneth,And the breeze of the morning, the spikenard disordereth.For five short days, ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth; While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the ...
Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon ...
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