The Child Of The Islands – Conclusion (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
THE MIND IS AN ANCIENT AND FAMOUS CAPITAL The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is ...
Whither, O, whither art thou fled, My Lord, my Love?My searches ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;Meaning, however, is no great matter) ...
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain, Precious for any grief ...
I laboured on the anvil of my brainAnd beat a metal out of pageantry.Figure and form I carry in my ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,there ...
As is your name, so is your comely face Touch'd every where with such diffused grace, As that in all ...
Parallels in the stories the king and the leaders two ends of Christ's life each corrupted by their power And ...
She spoke joyfully face aglow standing in the kitchen of our church, her hands busy, preparing a meal, for a ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
for Rene Magritte The carpenter's made a hole In the parlor floor, and I'm standing Staring down into it now ...
One, who is not, we see; but one, whom we see not, is; Surely this is not that; but that ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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