Wanderlust (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
THE highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,And never a care to drag me back and never a ...
THE highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,And never a care to drag me back and never a ...
FARE you well, who love the highways,Love the cities, tall and bright,For the forest ways are my ways,And the birds' ...
These sunny tropic orchards flourishUnearthly, their colorsUnearthly their blossoms - But what of that?Here, not a treeIn a stormy nightWill shield ...
ITHE white snow veils the earth's brown face, Strong frost has bound the veil in place-- Under the wide, clear, ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
October 5: 1860Before the hero's grave he stood,--A simple stone of rest, and bareTo all the blessing of the air,--And ...
I had ridden far from the battle, from the red wrack, and the lastLost hope that had clung to hope ...
We were hungry, tired and dirty,From our shoulders rifles hung,Our clothes were torn, our faces bronzedBy long hours in the ...
I've seen her pass with eyes upon the road --An old bent woman in a bronze-black shawl,With skin as dried ...
What is the use of trying? I never can learn to fly, See how the lark goes floating ...
Here she bides, a buxom lady, Blest by peace and great content;Dwelling by her byways shady, Where the elm trees ...
When we have lived our little lives and wandered all their byways through,When we've seen all that we shall see ...
We are they that go, that go,Plunging before the hidden blow.We run the byways of the earth,For we are fugitive ...
In our words, in our deeds each of us called by the wooing of the Spirit God calling to us ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be Your favoring trad-wind and ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
Here is a voice that soundeth low and far And lyricvoice of wind among the pines, Where the untroubled, glimmering ...
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