Love-Trilogy (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
SHE is not yet, but he whose ear Thrills to that finer atmosphere Where footfalls of appointed things, Reverberant of ...
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
Blue, blue is the sea to-day,Warmly the lightSleeps on St. Andrews Bay --Blue, fringed with white.That's no December sky!Surely 'tis ...
She stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
1 England, fair England! Empress isle of isles! --Round whom the loving-envious ocean plays, Girdling thy feet with silver and ...
Columbia!O, happy State!And truly greatExemplar of the free!Thou first-born light of Western SkiesAnd cynosure of wond'ring eyes,We hail to thee!Thou ...
_FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE_1887. . . _Sunt hic sua praemia laudi_,_Sunt lacrimae rerum_ . . . As when the ...
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the shore, And on a ship about ...
'T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,And armed cap-a-pie. Came ambling into Plymouth-town; And from far riding up and down ...
But yesterday--the exulting nation's shout Swelled on the breeze of victory through our streets, ...
There is a land where summer skiesAre gleaming with a thousand dyesBlending in witching harmonies,in harmonies;and grassy knoll and forest ...
As clear on my mind are graven As the carving upon a shield The poppies at Monasteraven, And ...
Girt in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star,O night desirous as the nights of youth!Why should my heart within ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
There's a hush and stillness calm and deep, For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep In the ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
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