Up The River (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
August 13: 1704 Oft hast thou acted thy part, My country, worthily thee! Lifted ...
HARK! Young Democracy from sleep Our careless sentries raps: A backwash from the Future's deep Our Evil's foreland laps. Unknown, ...
They in the darkness gather and ask Her name, the mistress of their endless task. The Toilers ...
For A FairPRINTEMPS.SWEET SPRING stands blushing 'mid the flowers, Heralded by benignant showers,And soft airs through the young leaves sighing ...
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
My Love, and once again my Love,And then no more until the end,Until the waters cease to move,Until we rest ...
I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies On a morning in April, a rare sunny ...
I said—''Tis very late we meet;'A guest long since has filled each seat 'About my hearth; yet rest'A little while ...
Press each on each, sweet wings, and roof me in Some clos?d cell to hold my weariness,Desired—as from unshadowed plains ...
The Master's voice was sweet: "I gave My life for thee;Bear thou this cross thro' pain and loss, Arise and ...
O rivers rolling to the seaFrom lands that bear the maple-tree, How swell your voices with the strainOf loyalty and ...
Behold, now, where the pageant of the high JuneHalts in the glowing noon!The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill;The ...
HIGH in the organ-loft, with lilied hair, Love plied the pedals with his snowy foot, Pouring forth music like the ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, ...
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
A child saw in the morning skies The dissipated-looking moon, And opened wide her big blue eyes, And cried: "Look, ...
O, wind! what saw you in the South, In lilied meadows fair and far? I saw a lover kiss his ...
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