Evening (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
I.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
A summer night that blows,Fragrant with hay and flowers, on copse and lawn;A window muffled round and round with rose,Fronting ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
The swallows are back, and I'm tuning my lyre, For today 'tis my duty to singA melodious lay that is ...
Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.We glimpse the blue eyes of her, ...
Oh, this is the week when no rhymster may rhymeOn the joy of the bush or the ills of the ...
When muddled mentors take the stage To gird against our erring,They simulate an awful rage,They funk the task and straight ...
THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat: This palpitation means That these Boots are Geraldine's ...
The boy on the famous gray pony,Just bidding good-bye at the door,Plucking up maiden heart for the fencesWhere his brother ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking, And oh what sweet people I meet on my way! ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories