Red Stockin (John Hartley Poems)
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet,-- Her hair flyin tangled an wild:Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink ...
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet,-- Her hair flyin tangled an wild:Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink ...
On starlit height, distant 'gainst horizon, bright The Way of the Cross is outlined,By rocky steeps barren 'mid dangers unseen, A narrow ...
The weary summer's all-consuming heatIs tempered now; for from the frozen pole,The freed north winds come fiercely rushing forth,Wrapt in ...
AH ! Fortune, turn thy mazy wheel,If aught of good the fates conceal, To cheer my natal day;To scatter this unjoyous ...
WHEN the land' s martyr, mid her tears,Outbreathed his latest breath,The discord of long, festering years,Lay also dumb in death:Our ...
The long night, the short sleep, and La Gorgues to wander,So be the Fates were kind and our Commander;With a ...
TILL the mist passes, and ye can descryWhy hearts for ages loved the love-shed bloodOf a pure Christ, and praised ...
Sent to "The Philological Circle" of Florence for itsmeeting in commemoration of Dante, January 27, 1881,the anniversary of his first ...
AH ! Fortune, turn thy mazy wheel,If aught of good the fates conceal, To cheer my natal day;To scatter ...
Think of me, dearest! when the Western star Sheds o'er the soft blue heav'n its lovely light;For know, that ...
The knightliest knights of the knightly race Who, since the days of old,Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in ...
The knightliest knights of the knightly raceWho, since the days of old,Have kept the lamp of chivalryAlight in hearts of ...
We gentler grow by sorrow; not the breast That never crouches in the nights of tears, That never ...
Con the dead page as 'twere live love: press on! Cold wisdom's words will ease thy track for thee; Aye, ...
THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair, And with them take the Poet's prayer, That Fate may, in her fairest page, ...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
Chief in thy generation born of men, Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born, With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes, Dear little friend of mine, I never knew. All-innocent are you, and ...
Drink of this cup; -- you'll find there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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