The Autumn Cyclamen (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
We are the ghosts of those small flowers, That in the opening of the year, 'Neath rosemary and ...
We are the ghosts of those small flowers, That in the opening of the year, 'Neath rosemary and ...
O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!Spirits of dawn, divinely manifestBehind your blushing banners in the sky,Daring invaders of Night's ...
Shall one be sorrowful because of love, Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown? Because ...
PRECIOUS glimpses through the future's curtain He may catch, who sees the past unveiled; Else, in seeking for a goal ...
Barbed blossom of the guarded gorse, I love thee where I see thee shine: Thou sweetener of our common-ways, And ...
"STREW the flowers at Love's behest Meet for such a lovely guest; Coronal the sapling weaves, Rainbows wrought by Spring ...
After all, One country, brethren! We must rise or fall With the Supreme Republic. We must be The makers of ...
Star and coronal and bell April underfoot renews,And the hope of man as well Flowers among the morning dews.Now the ...
High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithalSome wood-born wonder's sweet simplicity;A glance like water brimming with the skyOr hyacinth-light ...
THE soul of the Spring through its body of earth Bursts in a bloom of fire, And the crocuses come ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
Upon Concluded Lives There's nothing cooler falls -- Than Life's sweet Calculations -- The mixing Bells and Palls -- Make ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood The laurels are cut down; some other brows May bear the classic ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same ...
Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew Cried, "There's a ghost," and ...
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