Lilian (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me, ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me, ...
a lightning bug gotin here the other night aregular hick fromthe real country he wasawful proud of himself youcity insects ...
The red and green kingfishersflash between the orchids and clover,One bird casts its gleam on another.Green vines hang through the ...
Or whether sad or joyous be her hours,Yet ever is she good and ever fair.If she be glad, 'tis like ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
In pride of wit when high desire of fame Gave life and courage to my laboring pen, And first the ...
If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, 'Twill be because beyond the Rose I have ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
In ev'ry age, and each profession, Men err the most by prepossession; But when the thing is clearly shown, And ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand what you have is ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...
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