My Umbrella (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
"Valued companion of my expeditions, Wanderings, and my street perambulations, What can be more deserving of my praises Than my umbrella? "Under thine ample ...
"Valued companion of my expeditions, Wanderings, and my street perambulations, What can be more deserving of my praises Than my umbrella? "Under thine ample ...
Oh, the Shepherds in Judea,They are pacing to and fro,For the air grows chill at twilightAnd the weanling lambs are ...
Then the air was perfect. And his descentto the white earth slowed.Fallingbecame an ability to rest--asthe released breathbelieves in life. ...
So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room,So warm and still, that sometimes with the lightThrough the great windows, ...
When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers Unclasp their stars to sun and rain, My heart strikes hands with winds and showers And wanders ...
When I returned at sunset,The serving-maid was singing softlyUnder the dark stairs, and in the houseTwilight had entered like a ...
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
On the Yukon trail thousands fail For only the fit can thriveThe weak and slow are trampled lowAnd only the ...
On the Yukon trail thousands fail For only the fit can thriveThe weak and slow are trampled lowAnd only the ...
Hushed is the midnight rush and roar, At rest the pulse that all day long Throbbed onward like the endless ...
There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess,Who invented a purely original dress;And when it was perfectly made ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.A flock of pigeons rises ...
The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves, And the cedar toss'd her head, and the ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Once a man clambering to the housetops Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres; ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the ...
Oh, mighty city of New York, you are wonderful to behold-- Your buildings are magnificent-- the truth be it told-- ...
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