The Death-Song (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor child, ...
Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor child, ...
When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand And deliver his summons, at last;When my brow feels the ...
I sowed my wild oatsBefore I was twenty.Drunkards and turncoatsI knew in plenty.Most friends betrayed me.Each new affairFurther delayed me.I ...
Here's to every Aussie fellow,Who refused to show the yellowWhen depression's clammy handCast its shadow o'er the land.Here's to them ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
How do you know that the pilgrim track Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
Author Note: Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair Palace, which was situate upon the river ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as ...
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