The School Of The Heart. Lesson The First (Henry Alford Poems)
The spring is coming round--the buds have burst, And on the coppice--path, and in the bower, The leaping spray of sunlight leaf--inwrought Sports ...
The spring is coming round--the buds have burst, And on the coppice--path, and in the bower, The leaping spray of sunlight leaf--inwrought Sports ...
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.King Hafbur & King SiwardThey needs must stir up strife,All about the sweetling SignyWho was so fair ...
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
"GET up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning wheel'For your father's on the hill, and your mother is asleep;Come ...
MY cousin, I am gazing on thee now,And well I mark, with soul of joy and pride,The changing beauty of ...
The morning-tide is fair and bright, With golden sun up-springing;The cedars glowed in the new-born light, And the bell-bird's note was ringing;While ...
Now, all the world is green and bright Outside the latticed pane;The fields are decked with gold and white, And Spring has ...
We want but little: in the morning--tide, Bread to renew our energies; at noon, Cool shade, to quiet evening yielding soon; And then ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
UNFERTH spake, the son of Ecglaf,who sat at the feet of the Scyldings' lord,unbound the battle-runes . — Beowulf's quest,sturdy ...
WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land, He dwelt at Caerleon-upon-Usk; He held it with an armed right hand, And ...
WITHOUT my door at morning-tide There rang a summons hale and fair;I roused and threw the portal wide, ...
The old bush-whacker bowed his head,And mournfully he sighed and sighedLike one who has not tasted breadOr meat or beer ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, ...
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