Despondency (Charles Frederick White Poems)
I care not how soon I leave here;Leave this cruel, lonely world:I've a longing to depart toWhere the flag of ...
I care not how soon I leave here;Leave this cruel, lonely world:I've a longing to depart toWhere the flag of ...
O Heart of Three-in-the evening, You nestled the thorn-crowned head;He leaned on you in His sorrow, And rested on you ...
I have dreams of the outer islands, Firths and forths of the Far-Away; I have dreams of the heathery ...
It is late at nightAnd the North Star is shining.The mist covers the rice-fieldsAnd the bamboosAre whispering full of crickets.The ...
Exciting adventures are fun to hearWith brave men and womenAnd boys and girls,Strange places, and danger—and fear.There was joy at ...
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; ...
So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins grow; And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, ...
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
In a happy reign there should be no hermits; The wise and able should consult together.... So you, a man ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
If people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanish into the air. The walls are of ...
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore---Alas for me! The spring has done ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
WE turned back mad from the mystic mountains, All foamed with red and with elfin gold: Up from the heart ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
Grant me the moment, the lovely moment That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, ...
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