Christ at Carnival (Muriel Stuart Poems)
THE hand of carnival was at my door,I listened to its knocking, and sped down:Faith was forgotten, Duty led no ...
THE hand of carnival was at my door,I listened to its knocking, and sped down:Faith was forgotten, Duty led no ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
'Oh, were I a heliotrope, I would play poet, And blow a breeze of fragrance To you; and none should know it. 'Your form ...
From the depths of a garden,Where scents of heliotrope linger,And little golden-dusted blossoms nod,Where the shadows writeTheir merriment upon the ...
Not while I live may I forgetThat garden which my spirit trod!Where dreams were flowers, wild and wet,And beautiful as ...
IAbove lone woodland ways that ledTo dells the stealthy twilights treadThe west was hot geranium red;And still, and still,Along old ...
No butterfly whose frugal fare Is breath of heliotrope and clove,And other trifles light as air, Could live on less than doth ...
I know no script so true as a garden wallWith honeysuckle and heliotrope intertwined,And elder flowers spreadIn misty loveliness, and ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I know a village in a far-off landWhere from a sunny, mountain-girdled plainWith tinted walls a space on either handAnd ...
Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet, Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight,Mantle her with ...
One time in Arcadie's fair bowersThere met a bright immortal band,To choose their emblems from the flowersThat made an Eden ...
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
The Heliotrope.Through all the changes of the dayI turn me to the sun;In clear or cloudy skies I sayAlike — ...
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,And I could not see the worldFor the blue mist of ...
O FLOWERS of the garden, of skilled and human care,Sweet heliotrope, and violet, and orchid frail and fair,Pour out your ...
The feverish room and that white bed,The tumbled skirts upon a chair,The novel flung half-open, whereHat, hair-pins, puffs, and paints ...
A POET, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke thus:"More fragrant than the heliotrope, which blooms all the year ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced me, Some true, and ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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