The Miller Of Dee (Charles Mackay Poems)
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,Beside the river Dee;He worked and sang from morn till night -No lark more ...
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,Beside the river Dee;He worked and sang from morn till night -No lark more ...
Golden rose the house, in the portal I sawthee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, aportent. Life died down in ...
I could not think of thee as piec?d rot,Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long dead;Yet thou liv'dst ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away, Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day. (Robert ...
Much wonder I--here long low-laid - That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made, Between Thyself ...
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight, Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled ...
IF the loved one, the well-known one, Should return as he departed, On his lips would ring my kisses, Though ...
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done with ...
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
Thou dost to rich attire a grace, To let it deck itself with thee, And teachest pomp strange cunning ways ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: I rather ...
I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, O, things without compare! Such ...
Adieu dear object of my Love's excess, And with thee all my hopes of happiness, With the same fervent and ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate, Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword, The children of ...
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