To The Hills! (Adela Florence Nicolson Cory Poems)
'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,Just at the break of morn.'Tis ice without and flame within,To gain a ...
'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,Just at the break of morn.'Tis ice without and flame within,To gain a ...
1.Mary's parents metby the golden Jerusalem gate:Joachim, the droves of cattle behind him,and a radiant Anne,their shadows moved as if ...
In winter's oblivion, in the snowbound cabin'sunheated sitting roomonly my grandparents' portraitshave returned to the empty farmstead -I stumble upon ...
A bell will sound just inside the door,of the flower shop in the Old City -a lonely and frozen houseits ...
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter nightAnd fold it softly into the waft of a ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORYin midwinter, mighty prince,eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven's ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
WE have other tales for telling, we have other songs to sing, Who have looped the planet's waters in a ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
How I remember solstice daysThrough many winters long completed!Each unrepeatable, unique,And each one countless times repeated.Of all these days, these ...
The morn is cold. A whiteness newly broughtLightly and loosely powders every place,The panes among yon trees that eastward faceFlash ...
The wind-swayed daisies, that on every sideThrong the wide fields in whispering companies,Serene and gently smiling like the eyesOf tender ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
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