The Mother’s Lesson (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
All night she wept the hours away,With burning cheek and throbbing head,Crying, "Alas!" and "Well-a-day!""Woe is me, for my sons ...
All night she wept the hours away,With burning cheek and throbbing head,Crying, "Alas!" and "Well-a-day!""Woe is me, for my sons ...
I saw a Sower walking slow Across the earth, from east to west;His hair was white as mountain snow, His head drooped ...
Ah! Love was never yet withoutThe pang, the agony, the doubt,Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,While day and night ...
All silver-laced with web and crystal-studded,Hangs a golden lily cup,As airy as a dancing sprite.The moon hath caught a fleeting ...
Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile youngCame wing'd abroad; by the light air upborneLighter, and full of soul. From ...
Looking into the windows that doom has brokenWhere the vague star illumines death and dustAnd the shadows of actions whose ...
A fall over rock,Metal answering to water,Is the seal of this spot;A land trodden by musicAnd the tune forgot.Of a ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
I SATE upon a lonely peak, A backwood river's course to view, ...
As years passed on, no wonder, eachAn inward grace revealed;For where the soul is peace and love,It may not be ...
A SONG. Come to me when I'm dying; Gaze on my wasted form, Tired with so ...
A SONG. Come to me when I'm dying; Gaze on my wasted form, Tired with so ...
Dark lowers our fate,And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;But nothing, till that latest agonyWhich severs thee from nature, ...
I dearly long -- perhaps you've learned The process, and will let me know it --To stop a fierce and ...
SHE knew it not:-most perfect pain To learn: this too she knew not. Strife ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
(published on BLINKING EYE, http://www.blinking-eye.co.uk/writer/padel2.html ) Then spoke the thunder, shattering the looming blackness of our national life. The rumble ...
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