The Song Of The Mill (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
As by the pool I wandered that lies so clear and stillWith tall old trees about it, hard by the ...
As by the pool I wandered that lies so clear and stillWith tall old trees about it, hard by the ...
On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay, Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way. I wished ...
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;And the water is spent and gone?Then bring me a cup ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
Serene as ever waits the tireless train,The signals blink their wistful lamps beyondThe misty roof, and surely once againThe wheels ...
Song Of KoreaAs water runs in the river, so runs time;And ever my eyes are wasted of her presence.The red ...
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes ...
In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the ...
In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
It was a pure white cloud that hung there in the blue, or a jellyfish on a waveless sea, suspended ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
I have not brought my Odyssey With me here across the sea; But you'll remember, when I say How, when ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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