Death and Birth (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
(In the south of Italy the peasants put out the eyes of a captured quailso that its cries may attract ...
You are growing convalescent As pain's fingers are withdrawn;And you waken in a strange, white room at last; Yet your ...
I.Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train, With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.Her waxen hands clasp and ...
A Perfect peaceful stillness reigns,Not e'en a passing playful breezeThe sword-shaped flax blades gently stirs:The vale and slopes of rising ...
"Soft April sunshine sweetens all the world, Yes, even the county-town with smells of spring; And life is busy where ...
Two bright little fellows, named Harry and Will,Were just the same age and the same size untilOne day in their ...
Midsummer noon: and the timbered wallsstart in the heat;and the children sag listlessly over the desks,with bloodless faces oozing sweatsipped ...
Early when cocks do crow Ere the stars dwindle, Down to the hearth I go, Fire must I ...
Corpse AThey brought her in, a shattered smallCocoon,With a little bruised body likeA startled moon;And all the subtle symphonies of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; ...
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