Her Likeness (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
A GIRL, who has so many wilful ways She would have caused Job's patience to forsake him; Yet is so ...
A GIRL, who has so many wilful ways She would have caused Job's patience to forsake him; Yet is so ...
470I am alive-I guess-The Branches on my HandAre full of Morning Glory-And at my finger's end-The Carmine-tingles warm-And if I ...
Lord, all I am and hope to be,I humbly offer, King, to thee!When clouds arise, thy guidance send,Accept my life, ...
I was sick, but more than that, I was madAt the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.So I ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
AN old man's thought of School; An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot. Now only ...
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half crying, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark, 'You do ...
Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
I was well known and much beloved And rich, as fortunes are reckoned In Spoon River, where I had lived ...
I was sick, but more than that, I was mad At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life. ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and ...
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