The Frost-King – Song 1 (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
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