Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
I.I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night But in my heart I sing that little song: The angels ...
I.I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night But in my heart I sing that little song: The angels ...
The little song-sparrow is gone And the summer is nearly ended, The rill of his song was a ...
The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver ...
Dusk, like a moth of violet wing, descends Upon the beryl bosom of the sea, And in the ...
Thou poet-painter, preacher of great truth,Far more suggestive thine than written tomeLo, we return with thee to that vast dome,Dim ...
unset worn to its last vermilion he;She that star overhead in slow descent:That white star with the front of angel ...
Despair's advantage is achieved By suffering -- Despair -- To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore -- ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
OF the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all-that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
1 ELEMENTAL drifts! How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing me! As I ebb'd ...
I AM the mist, the impalpable mist, Back of the thing you seek. My arms are long, Long as the ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
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