The Pigeons (John Freeman Poems)
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,Cold bright fiords, and ...
INTO that good old Hebrew's soul sublimeThe spirit of the wilderness had passed;For where the thunders of imperial StormRolled over ...
"Now since mine even is come at last,—For I have been the sport of steel,And hot life ebbeth from me ...
OH, drearily, how drearily, the sombre eve comes down!And wearily, how wearily, the seaward breezes blow!But place your little hand ...
Friend of my soul, I want to bethe tearful gardener of the earthyou occupy, and enrich, all too soon.My grief ...
Where is that country? The unresting mindLike a lapwing nears and leaves it and returns.I know those unknown hill-springs where ...
Love may trace his echoing footsteps, yet we never more shall meetRugged Kretschmann, the musician, plodding down a Sydney street,Never ...
The little green soldiers are here at last,With their waving blades and spears;And across the hills they are marching fastWith ...
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;It learns the storm cloud's thunderous melody,Now roars, now murmurs with the ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
I.—VENTIMIGLIAThe sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank:Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm and free,A ...
Have you love for me,Yours my love shall be, While the days of life are flowing.Short was summer's stay,Grass now ...
Her drooping wrist, her armMove as a swan should move,First singing when death dawnsUpon the plumaged flesh.But here no swan ...
There is a wildness still in England that will not feed In cages; it shrinks away from the touch of ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
I.--VENTIMIGLIA The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank: Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
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