The Haunted House (George MacDonald Poems)
Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter.This must be the very night!The moon knows it!—and the trees!They ...
Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter.This must be the very night!The moon knows it!—and the trees!They ...
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
WE have other tales for telling, we have other songs to sing, Who have looped the planet's waters in a ...
When Monmouth the chaste read those impudent lines Which ty'd her dear monkey so fast by the loins, Show'd his ...
Wake not again the cannon's thundrous voice,Nor to the breeze throw out the stars and stripes;'Tis not the time to ...
O SWEETEST my sister, my sister that sits in the sun, Her lap full of jewels, and roses in showers ...
IT'S a high-falutin' title they have handed us;It's very complimentary and grand;But a year or so ago they called us ...
Now, my gift of crude invective is astonishingly high, And I've quite a flair for fierce vituperation,But I have to ...
Lo! to thee in this silent Sheet Appears the Ghost of thy departed Lover: Dear, do not any fear discover, ...
We've got our foreign service boots — we've 'ad 'em 'alf a day;If it wasn't for the Adjudant I'd sling ...
Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gateIs all ...
If I grow bitterly,Like a gnarled and stunted tree,Bearing harshly of my youthPuckered fruit that sears the mouth;If I make ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
1913 These are our regulations-- There's just one law for the Scout And the first and the last, and the ...
Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay ...
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me, And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye; While on board the Columbine, ...
If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the ...
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