Long Ago (Arthur Weir Poems)
The sun was swimming in the purple tide, His golden locks far floating on the sea,When thou and I stole ...
The sun was swimming in the purple tide, His golden locks far floating on the sea,When thou and I stole ...
ON REMOVING FROM HER NATIVE VILLAGE. The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing ...
The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing by my window I gaze there long ...
The Christmas homes of England! How far-famed and how dear; In bright array they ever stand, That glad day ...
All so grave and shining see they comeFrom the blissful ranks of the forgiven,Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal ...
Glad winters on the olden farm! How raptures from those early times Commingle into fairy chimes Which gently ...
Bride weather it is, my lad,And old bones feel it today;The wind's a tooth as sharp as a gad,The frost ...
I will not lift the door-latch, I will not step inFrom the dark fields and the starlight and the bent ...
"SWEET names, the rosary of my evening prayer, Told on my lips like kisses of good-night To friends who go ...
Sorrow came in the night, Out of the dark she came.I sat alone, by my hearth-stone, Watching beside my flame.Long ...
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the ...
I. Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the ...
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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