Kismet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
SOMEWHERE there's a willow buddingIn a hollow by the river,Where the autumn leaves lie sodden,Turning all the pool to brown;There's ...
WHENEVER the days are cool and clear, The sand-hill crane goes walkingAcross the field by the flashing weir, Slowly, solemnly stalking.The little ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
A shrouded woman sits through the dark night Upon ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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