Rambles In Waltham Forest (Marguerite Blessington Poems)
LAND of soft showers and far-extending vales,And woodlands fanned by summer's gentlest gales,And streams, that glisten as they steal, half ...
LAND of soft showers and far-extending vales,And woodlands fanned by summer's gentlest gales,And streams, that glisten as they steal, half ...
IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
I LIKE, at times, to hear the steeples' chimesWith sober thoughts impressively that mingle;But sometimes, too, I rather like--don't you?--To ...
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The battered road; and spreading far and wide Above the russet clods, the corn ...
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,And over chaos dark and cold,And through the dead and formless frameOf nature, ...
With head erect I fought the fightOr mingled with the dance,And now I merge into the nightWith utter nonchalance.We singers ...
A MOMENT'S gleam, hint of sunnier weather,Borne from the storm-clouds and the mists of fate;Dawned, with a tender "Peradventure" hither,A ...
THE eagles gather on the place of deathSo thick the ground is spotted with their wings,The air is tainted with ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
A map of every country known,With not a foot to call his own.A list of folks that kicked a dustOn ...
There's a kid around the corner Who is filled with half-formed fears;He is growing rather wistful As the Christmas season ...
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, liftsChisel and hammer to the block at hand,Before my half-formed character I standAnd ply the ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
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