The Home-Coming Of The ‘Eurydice’ (Arthur Conan Doyle Poems)
Up with the royals that top the white spread of her! Press her and dress her, and drive through the ...
Up with the royals that top the white spread of her! Press her and dress her, and drive through the ...
Alas! his praise I cannot write,Nor paint him true for other eyes;For only in love's blessed lightCould you have known ...
The hoof-beats sound, the harness clacks and clinks, The wagon rattles in the frosty air Along the level prairie road ...
There is silence on yon fair valley, And calm on yon purple hill:But the trees are moaning together ...
t stood in the sunset skyLike the straight-backed down,Many a time - the barnAt the edge of town,So huge and ...
Yes, everything I'll give to you,And for myself just keepThe cloud there floating in the blue,The dragon-fly that leaps,The birches ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue Towards her door I went, And sunset on her window-panes Reflected our intent. The creeper ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
Never try to trick me with a kiss Pretending that the birds are here to stay; The dying man will ...
'Twas in the year of 1858, and on October the fourteenth day, That a fire broke out in a warehouse, ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
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