Stratton Water (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
O HAVE you seen the Stratton floodThat's great with rain to-day?It runs beneath your wall, Lord Sands,Full of the new-mown ...
O HAVE you seen the Stratton floodThat's great with rain to-day?It runs beneath your wall, Lord Sands,Full of the new-mown ...
The light of morning now begins to thrillUpon the purple mountains, and the grayMist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the stillDeep ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
My steps are turned away; Yet my eyes linger still, On their beloved hill, ...
… Oceanward I am ever yearning,Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,Forever wandering ...
ON the Sabbath-day, Through the churchyard old and gray, Over the crisp and yellow leaves I held my rustling ...
All quiet along the Potomac to-night! Except here and there a stray picketIs shot, as he walks on his beat, ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
I SAT once more within a tangl'd wood, Beside a quiet river, on whose breast A world of trees look'd ...
652A Prison gets to be a friend -Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours - a Kinsmanship express -And in its narrow ...
I had loved the pretty birds that by my window sung-The gentle thrush that had his nest the perfumed pines ...
THE birds are singing, though it is not morn, Though in the east no rays of glory shine: Made clear ...
Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee,No pause upon thy many-chequered lands?Now resting on my bed with listless ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
A Prison gets to be a friend -- Between its Ponderous face And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express -- And ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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