If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
When from the child, that still is ledBy hand, a father's hand is gone, ---Or when a few-year'd mother deadHas ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
GRANDFATHERT' watter is blue i' t' offin', An' blue is t' sky aboon;Swallows are settin' sou'ard, An' wanin' ...
(DEDICATED TO THE MEMBERS OF THE YORKSHIRE SOCIETY OF NEW ZEALAND)NORTH Country Dales! We, who have knownYour fells and your ...
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