After Cawnpore (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
June: 1857 Fourteen, all told, no more, Pack'd close within the door ...
June: 1857 Fourteen, all told, no more, Pack'd close within the door ...
(In the south of Italy the peasants put out the eyes of a captured quailso that its cries may attract ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
A WORD is ringing thro' my brain, It was not meant to give me pain; It had no tone to ...
Back to where the roses restRound a shrine of holy name,(Yes -- they knew me when I came)More of peace ...
Tell me when you'll wed me? Sweetest, name the day:Hope has well nigh fled me, Joy has slipped away.Dearest, why ...
I am a widow'd thing, now thou art gone!Now thou art gone, my own familiar friend,Companion, sister, help-mate, counsellor!Alas! that ...
We gentler grow by sorrow; not the breast That never crouches in the nights of tears, That never ...
Founts of tears, and rivers of sadness,Streams of grief, seas full bitter again,Surround me still, drowning in deep painMy poor ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
a starling sat on the roof (i don't know how young) croaking in an old man's voice cross with the ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
In Sunday School, a lesson, on meaning of words, the difference they make and the learning in the difference one ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
May God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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