Revery (John Jay Chapman Poems)
I HAVE a garden,-weeds paradise call it;The moles hold the paths in fee;The wild creepers raveO'er the flowers' grave,O'er box-row ...
I HAVE a garden,-weeds paradise call it;The moles hold the paths in fee;The wild creepers raveO'er the flowers' grave,O'er box-row ...
DEDICATIONQUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song The richest crown a poet ever wore, Since ...
At Hsin-f?ng-an old man-four-score and eight;The hair on his head and the hair of his eyebrows-white as the new snow.Leaning ...
The grass was gray with the moonlit dew,The stones were white as I came through;I came down the path by ...
FATHER FELIPEI speak not the English well, but Pachita,She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?Eh, little rogue? ...
(BALLADE BY NUR UDDIN)I have seen a small proud face brimming with sunlight;I have seen the daughter of the King ...
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
The russet pear-tree stands there all alone; How bright the growth of fruit upon it shown! The King's affairs no ...
The pain and laughter of the day are doneSo strangely hushed and still the long ward seems,Only the Sister's candle ...
A russet pear-tree rises all alone, But rich the growth of leaves upon it shown! I walk alone, without one ...
My window, framed in pear-tree bloom,White-curtained shone, and softly lighted:So, by the pear-tree, to my roomYour ghost last night climbed ...
On the left of the way, a russet pear-tree Stands there all alone--a fit image of me. There is that ...
O fell not that sweet pear-tree! See how its branches spread. Spoil not its shade, ...
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
My window, framed in pear-tree bloom, White-curtained shone, and softly lighted: So, by the pear-tree, to my room Your ghost ...
White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. "Wouldn't it be lovely to swim in the ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
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