See, I Can Do It (Dorothy Keeley Aldis Poems)
See, I can do it all myself With my own little brush! The tooth paste foams inside my mouth. The ...
See, I can do it all myself With my own little brush! The tooth paste foams inside my mouth. The ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
THE soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh, To heaven it soareth. And then again To earth descendeth, ...
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
The glory of God in creation and providence. My soul, thy great Creator praise: When clothed in his celestial rays, ...
The distemper, folly, and madness of sin Sin, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Small is the new-born plant scarce seen Amid the soft encircling green, Where yonder budding acorn rears, Just o'er the ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
She has not yet been born: she is music and word, and therefore the untorn, fabric of what is stirred. ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
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