Thoreau’s Flute (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Chorus.-MY lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet, My lord thinks ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Memory, hither come, And tune your merry notes; And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
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