Holly and Mistletoe on a Christmas Card from England (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
IN a weary land of exile there has come to me a token,A wreath of pearly mistletoe around a holly ...
IN a weary land of exile there has come to me a token,A wreath of pearly mistletoe around a holly ...
The seas were left behind;in a harbour of Logreslightly I came to landunder a roaring windStrained were the golden sails, ...
IYoung captain of a crazy bark!O tameless heart in battered frame!Thy sailing orders have a mark,And hers is not the ...
I HAD a star to sing by, a beautiful star that led,But when I sang of its splendour the world ...
All on the autumn woods the mist lay white and chill;And I heard the rising wind come piping down the ...
All Hallows Eve — when ghosts do walk the earth:All Hallows Eve — O light and fireside mirth!Ah, leave the ...
When the dawn winds whisperTo the standing corn,And the rose of morningFrom the dark is born,All my shadowy gardenSeems to ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! ...
october stops the pretence that somehow summer should still be loitering around it walks through the garden hanging the spiders ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
Though the world keeps changing its form as fast as a cloud, still what is accomplished falls home to the ...
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the ...
O living pictures of the dead, O songs without a sound, O fellowship whose phantom tread Hallows a phantom ground ...
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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