Childhood (Henry Kirke White Poems)
PART I.Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys, to greet;To roam in fancy in each ...
PART I.Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys, to greet;To roam in fancy in each ...
WHAT ailed young Lucius? Art had vainly triedTo guess his ill, and found herself defied.The Augur plied his legendary skill;Useless; ...
Aunt Nancy's one o' t' savin' sort, At niver lets t' chonce pass;Yet wouldn't do owt mean or low For t' sake ...
Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;Their doors, round which the ...
FLY, swiftly flyThrough yon fair sky,O purple-pinioned Hours!And bring once more the balmy night,When from her lattice, silvery bright,Love's beacon-star--her ...
Down on the Lumbee riverWhere the eddies ripple coolYour boat, I know, glides stealthilyAbout some shady pool.The summer's heats have ...
I GRANT you that our fate is terrible,Bitter as gall. What then? Will lamentation,Childish complaint, everlasting wailings,Grief, groans, despair, help ...
Near the banks of that lone river, Where the water-lilies grow,Breathed the fairest flower that ever Bloomed and faded years ago.Now we ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child—One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three ...
(Being Certain Fragments from Scheherazade's Songs in "The Thousand and One Nights")O Queen of Beauty, who hast conquered kings,O woman ...
How thin the veil between our eyesAnd angel wings in motion!How narrow the long ledge that lies'Twixt us and death's ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
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