Stratton Water (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
O HAVE you seen the Stratton floodThat's great with rain to-day?It runs beneath your wall, Lord Sands,Full of the new-mown ...
O HAVE you seen the Stratton floodThat's great with rain to-day?It runs beneath your wall, Lord Sands,Full of the new-mown ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
Each year cometh with all his days, Some are shadowed and some are bright;He beckons us on until he stays ...
I went to-night by the wooden bridge That steps across the stream;And I leant a little over its ledge To ...
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
O a' the ills that come to swall a wearit mither's grief,The warst is when her laddie winna tak' his ...
WHETHER a ship's poetic? — Bowles would own,If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic,Unpicturesque, unmusical, and whereNature-reflecting Art is ...
In Madurai,city of temples and poets,who sang of cities and temples,every summera river dries to a tricklein the sand,baring the ...
Oh, Bill and Joe to the north have gone,A green shirt on their back;There are not many ewes and lambsAlong ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Every time seems short to be That's measured by felicity; But one half-hour that's made up here With grief, seems ...
I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach as in the ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Did but look and love awhile, 'Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will, And now ...
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