The Child Of The Islands – Opening (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
1553-4 Two ships upon the steel-blue Arctic seas When day was long and night itself was day, Forged heavily before ...
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
I.A gentle wind, of western birthOn some far summer sea,Wakes daisies in the wintry earth,Wakes hopes in wintry me.The sun ...
Then died, lamented, in the strength of life, A valued mother, and a faithful wife:Call'd not away, when time had ...
Alas, 'tis cold and dark!The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!Hail from black clouds that swallowed up the ...
"""When Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench."" Love's Labour's Lost SWIFT across the palace floor Flashed her ...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoalGrog of sketches on the wall,And the cell becomes a mansion,And the garret is a ...
Once from a big, big building,When I was small, small,The queer folk in the windowsWould smile at me and call.And ...
So silent is the world to-nightThe lamp gives silence out like light,The latticed windows open wideShow silence, like the night, ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by, I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye; ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws, Or marking the ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
He rides away with sword and spur, Garbed in his warlike blazonry, With gallant glance and smile for her Upon ...
Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at ...
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