A Saint Of Cornwall (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I don't know who Saint Mawes was, but he surely can't have beenA stiff old stone gazebo on a carved ...
I don't know who Saint Mawes was, but he surely can't have beenA stiff old stone gazebo on a carved ...
Bright skies of summer o'er the deep, And soft salt air along the land,The blue wave, lisping in its ...
Rose of Lancaster.Her downcast eyes are bent on earth,On her wild harp one lily armRested - then swept the trembling ...
(_Mandalay_)The palms along the old fort wall are paling, The mountains in the evening light are red,The moon has dropped ...
Like floodwaters,Dreams float above the city.Sleep - go to sleep you, too.Yet somebody keeps calling youBy nameFrom far-off pier and ...
Assembling ways to glisten,ImmensityIs fresh as paint, and friendly,Like salt.Until wind pleats it, the waterSpends mica's childish glitter.At the end ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
Sheltered by the rock jetty the waves pounding on the shore turning the stones, wave after wave making the rough ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
He took us there, beside the Sea of Galilee walking by the shore, sitting and pondering life where Jesus had ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways ...
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