At Her Window (Henry Kendall Poems)
To-night a strong south wind in thunder singsAcross the city. Now by salt wet flats,And ridges perished with the breath ...
To-night a strong south wind in thunder singsAcross the city. Now by salt wet flats,And ridges perished with the breath ...
The Old Jewish Cemeteryis one great bouquet of grey stoneon which time has trodden.I was drifting among the graves,thinking of ...
September twenty-second, Sir: todayI answer. In the latter part of May,Hard on our Lord's Ascension, it beganTo be more sensible. ...
TREADER of the blue steeps and the hollows under!Day-Flinger, Hope-Singer, crowned with awful hair!Battle Lord with burning sword to cleave ...
There have plenty songs been written,Of the moonlight on the hill,Of the starlight on the ocean,And the sun-flecks on the ...
Let the headsman's black axe severThe thread of life the Highest spun;Immortal thought it will not bring to ruin,The spirit's ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
WE sing no song of Right or Wrong, Or War, or Fame, or Duty; Our chanty free it still shall ...
When Passion week started and JesusCame down to the city, that dayHosannahs burst out at his entryAnd palm leaves were ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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