The Spells Of Home (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief,The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most ...
There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief,The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most ...
In everything I seek to graspThe fundamental:The daily choice, the daily task,The sentimental.To plumb the essence of the past,The first ...
ON this old lawn, where lost hours pass Across the shadows dark with dew, Where autumn on the ...
All through the sultry hours of June,From morning blithe to golden noon,And till the star of evening climbsThe gray-blue East, ...
February, bitter February,Month of hope withheld and promise vain,Drenching, under fickle smiles, the unwaryEarth with devastating rain.Ere the limes with ...
Why have you stolen my delight In all the golden shows of SpringWhen every cherry-tree is white And in the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...
Where drowsy sound of college-chimes Across the air is blown, And drowsy fragrance of the limes, I lie and dream ...
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