The Highlands (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
HILLS that were born of ages, Heaving slowly from the deep, Are shaking down their tresses, Silver-threaded from the steep; ...
HILLS that were born of ages, Heaving slowly from the deep, Are shaking down their tresses, Silver-threaded from the steep; ...
"The Soul In The BodyWHAT if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds, Her faint reflex Time's darkling stream enfolds, ...
I never had a title-deed To my estate. But little heed Eyes give to me, when I walk by My ...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
I There is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled- Deep sleep came down on every ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
AARM'D year! year of the struggle! No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, ...
Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for ...
The time has come for us to become madmen in your chain, to burst our bonds and become estranged from ...
I smile o'er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; And ...
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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