Supper at the Mill (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Mother.Well, Frances.Frances.Well, good mother, how are you?M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:I think 'tis mostly warm on ...
Mother.Well, Frances.Frances.Well, good mother, how are you?M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:I think 'tis mostly warm on ...
Father and SonCome, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,And I will take up the tuneWith songs of our heroes, of ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
Delightful harbinger of joys to come, Of summer's verdure and a fruitful year,Who bids thee o'er our northern snow-fields roam, And make ...
1OLD TALESHER voice within the darkened room Tells on- old jests and tragediesAnd little follies of her kin And futile old nobilities:". ...
To men now of her blood and raceEngland's a little garden place,Dear as a woman is, and sheThe Queen of ...
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene 'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty nameWhen ...
A LANE of elms in June;-the air Of eve is cool and calm and sweet. See! straying here a ...
Why stone the crows! 'e sez. "I like 'er style, But alwiz, some'ow, women 'ave appearedSet fer to 'old me ...
The time is twilight and the season Spring. A soft moist air with odours of the soil Is tilled, and ...
The swallows made twitter incessant,The thrushes were wild with their mirth.The ways and the woods were made pleasant,And the flowering ...
In Animal House (by which title I callA dwelling whose true name is not that at all)There are dogs on ...
As long as the stars of GodHang steadfast in the sky,And the blossoms 'neath the sodAwake when Spring is nigh;As ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done with ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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