The Fairies’ Supper (John Russell Hayes Poems)
When fairy-folk sit down to supEach has for plate a buttercup,And for mug a tiny cellOf the delicate blue-bellFilled with ...
When fairy-folk sit down to supEach has for plate a buttercup,And for mug a tiny cellOf the delicate blue-bellFilled with ...
I.That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of ...
WE lit a fire, and straightway camped,And all night longWe heard the river sing its song.Our horses fed, and neighed, ...
I am a jolly tree toad, upon a chestnut tree;I chirp, because I know that the night was made for ...
I. Thou dread, uncanny thing, With fuzzy breast and leathern wing, In mad, zigzagging flight, Notching the dusk, and buffeting The black cheeks of the ...
WhyIs the sky?What starts the thunder overhead?Who makes the crashing noise?Are the angels falling out of bed?Are they breaking all ...
for that brief momentwhen the fire-fly went out…Othe lonely darkness (Hokushi)
"So was their sanctuary violated,So their fair college turned to hospital;At first with all confusion: by and bySweet order lived ...
We sat alone in a trellised bower,And gaz'd o'er the dark'ning deep;And the holy calm of that twilight hourCame over ...
SWEET boy! before thy lips can learnIn speech thy wishes to make known,Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"Heard ...
……….. The imperial votress passed onIn maiden meditation, fancy free.Midsummer Night's Dream,Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?BENEDICT, ...
Look not to the west where the sun is dying On fields of darkening clouds! Look not to the ...
FIRE-FLY, thou art a pretty, pleasing thing: In evening's dusk, we catch, and thickening night,Now here, now there, by closed ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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