A Vision Of Dawn (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
I awoke at a breath, and looked out on the world's wan face While the dew like a death-damp hung ...
I awoke at a breath, and looked out on the world's wan face While the dew like a death-damp hung ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
Weary was I of Earth. My body lay, Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat.My soul went ...
'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
You'll take my tale with a little salt;But it needs none, nevertheless!I was foiled completely - fair at fault -Disheartened, ...
I'm sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance,In a robe even YOU would admire,-- ...
OVER the waves that were seething in glory.Past the horizon of landscape and lea.Round the steep mountain heights steadfast and ...
The east wind gently blows, With cloudy skies and rain. 'Twixt man and wife should ne'er be strife, ...
Had I gone first he surely would have writ Some kindly words in loving memory --Touching a drear old history ...
A rock, for ages, stern and high, Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky, And never bowed his haughty crest ...
She lov'd to hold communion with the nightWhen none were near, and to the golden starsPour forth the silent breathings ...
Outgoing: the Ooonah for Burnie.... How often the radio spoke;Till the stout little ship and her journey Grew into a ...
I looked into my heart to write And found a desert there.But when I looked again I heardHowling and ...
Like a worm-fretted visage from the tomb,The moon unswathes her hollow, shrunken head,Launching such light as foulders on the deadFrom ...
WHO has not breasted the chill flood of silence That freezes the blood to red ice in your veins? The ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories