February (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
NOW are the days of greyness and of gloom; Now are the heavens expressionless and sad: Crisp winter has departed, yet the ...
NOW are the days of greyness and of gloom; Now are the heavens expressionless and sad: Crisp winter has departed, yet the ...
The white cloud passed over the landthere is sea always round the landthe sky is blue always above the cloudthe ...
A little aside from the main road,becalmed in a last-century greyness,there is the chapel, ugly, without the appealto the tourist ...
I have looked too long upon the sunset.Its spell has stripped me bareOf all the comfortable thoughtsThat commonly I wear.Evening's ...
The hillsremind meof youNot becausethey curve soft and warmlovely and firmunder the Greek sunOr flowtowards the horizonin slow limpid wavesfalling ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
We sighted her one day early; the forenoon watch was begun,There was mist like wool on the water, and a ...
All things are Hers. Concealed or manifest, Found or unfound, Her Spirit lives in each-Dumb till the Master-Soul its ...
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by, The river flashed along its open way, Blithe swallows flitted ...
IN the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star,In the whisper of the morning we have heard the ...
WE stand together on the deck, Around us twilight falleth fast, And the soft rain of autumn bears Its welcome ...
The sun, a fiery orange in the air, Thins and discolours to a disc of tin, Until the breathing mist's ...
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fadeTo an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The ...
(After Heine.) The sad rain falls from Heaven, A sad bird pipes and sings ; I am sitting here at ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
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