Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters – Part The First (Francis Thompson Poems)
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
The laughter of sleigh bells was heard on the lips of the snow stormAll day long, and passers were scarcely ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
YE children of Pleasure, come hither and see A sight that shall check your irreverent glee! Ye children of Woe, ...
Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love; A mendicant, that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of ...
Whither, thou glory of thy gentle race, My heart's content, within whose warmth I lie, As lies the flower beneath ...
A thousand miles and more to the westward,Somewhere the city lies,I strain mine eyes for the glare reflectedUp in the ...
She did not trail her grief in the dustLike a bedraggled scarfTo tangle at the hearts of unwary passers.Grief sat ...
Be the mistress of my choice, Clean in manners, clear in voice; Be she witty, more than wise, Pure enough, ...
SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word, Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird, Reached me on wind-wafts; ...
I There is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those ...
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
He protested all his life long The newspapers lied about him villainously; That he was not at fault for Minerva's ...
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