Quieta Ne Movete II (Edith Nesbit Poems)
IF one should wake one's frozen faith In sunlight of her radiant eyes, Bid it forget its dream ...
IF one should wake one's frozen faith In sunlight of her radiant eyes, Bid it forget its dream ...
The shadows watch about the house;Silent as they, I come.Oh, it is true that life is deaf,And not that death ...
As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour Out by the low sand spaces,The parting waves slip back to clasp ...
AFTER the song the love, and after the love the play,Flute girl and pretty boy blowingBubbles of sparklingWine into darklingBeards ...
AND now it is all to be done over again,And what will come of it only God can know.What has ...
This separation cleaveth to the core. . . .Even in slumber I am fatedTo seek thee in vast throngs and ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don't intend To write ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
WHEN fragrant gales and summer show'rs Call'd forth the sweetly scented flow'rs; When ripen'd sheaves of golden grain, Strew'd their ...
Phoenixes that play here once, so that the place was named for them, Have abandoned it now to this desolated ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
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