The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet With Artery and Vein -- Upon its fastened Lips lay words -- ...
If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose -- How gay upon your table My velvet ...
I'm saying every day "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" -- I'd do this way -- And so I ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
1 Ye Mariners of England 2 That guard our native seas, 3 Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, 4 ...
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But ...
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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