The Enthusiast (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
_Messenger_--Where is he? Where? Where is he? Where? Whereis he?--The president ...
At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends ...
"Since yesterday under a stiff north windThe slanting rain with intermittent hailHad clinked against our windows. Now I peeredTo where ...
LOUD roared the tempest, Fast fell the sleet; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing ...
IT dressed itself in green leaves all the summer long, Was full of chattering starlings, loud with throstles' song. Children ...
"Who's for the breach?" they said,At the chill dark close of a wintry day,"For the Light Division who ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.And etched ...
The shopping had been tedious, and the rainCame pelting down as she turned home again.The motor-bus ...
HATING the gentle zephyrs am'rous sighs, Hating the smoothness of the glassy main,From prison'd cave, impatient to arise, ...
Gently and soft the east wind blows, And then there falls the pelting rain. When anxious fears pressed round ...
DAWN, around packed buildings, flickering,flowered;Daylight full on sullen waters glowing,Rippled; crawling streets stirred; ships, outgoing.Slipped down seaward; wind and chimney ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
(A Reminiscence, 1893) She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's dry ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
You are a rose, but set with sharpest spine; You are a pretty bird that pecks at me; You are ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. ...
How darkly o'er yon far-off mountain frowns The gather'd tempest! from that lurid cloud The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and ...
I. A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master's will, For well he lov'd his company, ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
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