Puck (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
She is sleeping on the grass,Where her daily footsteps pass;All her errands left undoneAt the bidding of the sun;From the ...
She is sleeping on the grass,Where her daily footsteps pass;All her errands left undoneAt the bidding of the sun;From the ...
IThere are faeries, bright of eye,Who the wildflowers' warders are:Ouphes, that chase the firefly;Elves, that ride the shooting-star:Fays, who in ...
This was her home; one mossy gable thrustAbove the cedars and the locust trees:This was her home, whose beauty now ...
IWhen dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams,And slow the hues of sunset die;When firefly and moth go by,And in still ...
ISecluded, solitary on some underbough,Or cradled in a leaf, 'mid glimmering light,Like Puck thou crouchest: Haply watching howThe slow toadstool ...
From "Wild Thorn and Lily"Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creekDroned under drifts of dogwood and of haw,The redbird, like ...
Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds,All ether softening, sober Evening takesHer wonted station in the middle air;She sends on earth; then ...
Thin, chisel-fine a cricket chippedThe crystal silence into sound;And where the branches dreamed and drippedA grasshopper its dagger strippedAnd on ...
The moth and beetle wing aboutThe garden ways of other days;Above the hills, a fiery shoutOf gold, the day dies ...
Sweet is the highroad when the skylarks call, When we and Love go rambling through the land. But shall we still walk ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
(Canticles 6:10. Who is She that Looks Forth as the Morning,Fair as the Moon, Clear as the Sun, Terrible as ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
Go to the forest-shade, Seek thou the well-known glade,Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie, ...
THE DUSK of day's decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone ...
I would I were an angel strong,An angel of the sun, hasting along!I would I were just come awake,A child ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
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