Songs Of Seven (complete) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
Down the broad _Ha-Ha Wak-pa_ the band took their way to the Games at _Keoza_While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the ...
IWHEN tulips bloom in Union Square,And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town,Like children lost in Vanity ...
He came, a youth, singing in the dawn Of a new freedom, glowing o'er his lyre, Refining, as with great Apollo's fire, His ...
Moon in heaven's garden, among the clouds that wander, Crescent moon so young to see, above the April ways, Whiten, ...
A lark flew by upon the airAnd struck a red leaf from the tree,There where he lighted; and a pairOf ...
Hark, from the budding boughs that burst of song!And where the leagues of emerald stretch away,Out rings the meadow-lark's ecstatic ...
FAIR is the white star of twilight,and the sky clearerAt the day's end;But she is fairer, and she is dearer.She, ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'erHeld o'er the waves its arms of ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
The light of noon comes reddened from a skyA-blur with dust; the irritable windBurns on your cheek, and leans against ...
"The level field of gray-green buffalo grassStill narrows as the sweating bays plod on,And that black ribbon at the ploughtail ...
All essences of sweetness from the white Warm day go up in vapor, when the dark Comes down. Ascends the ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
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