If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas ...
To Amsterdam and its Commodore,I over his pipe and his eau-de-vie,A flibote skimming the Texel shoreBrought serious news for the ...
I saw within the wheelwright's shedThe big round cartwheels, blue and red;A plough with blunted share;A blue tin jug; a ...
(A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.)ROMAQUIA sat and wept herLace mantilla full of tears.King ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight fell,He heard in his blood the ...
Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle ...
IFrom troubles of the world I turn to ducks,Beautiful comical thingsSleeping or curledTheir heads beneath white wingsBy water cool,Or finding ...
FROM troubles of the worldI turn to ducks,Beautiful comical thingsSleeping or curledTheir heads beneath white wingsBy water cool,Or finding curious ...
Its glittering emptiness it brings — This little lane of useless things. Here peering envy arm in arm With ennui ...
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
Alphabetic writing Coming alive on the page Reading the meaning in the letters Overcoming the mundane language Seeing the possibilities ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Liza, go steep your long white hands In the cool waters of that spring Which bubbles up through shiny sands ...
My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ...
I smile o'er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; And ...
All they said was true: I wrecked my father's bank with my loans To dabble in wheat; but this was ...
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