Ode To Summer (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
O SUMMER! hither bend thy cheerful way,Our clime shall gladly hail thy sway;O! come in all thy flowery pride,With rural ...
O SUMMER! hither bend thy cheerful way,Our clime shall gladly hail thy sway;O! come in all thy flowery pride,With rural ...
FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate ...
O Blest unfabled Incense Tree,That burns in glorious Araby,With red scent chalicing the air,Till earth-life grow Elysian there!Half buried to ...
FAR from contention, envy, strife,Be mine the tranquil path of life,To lift the cottage simple latch,Where woodbines climb the lowly ...
AWAKE! ye sons of sloth and ease,Can wild and senseless dreams yet please?Ye oft bewail how short your race,Yet idly ...
By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall,He thrusts his cushions red;O'er burdock rank, o'er thistles tall,He rears his hardy head:Within, ...
Golden and white in the garden walk,Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,'Mid withered blossom and wilted stalkWhere never a rosebud dares ...
THE blackbird spheral music makes Like Chrysostom with golden mouth;Slowly the flowering cherry breaks ...
IF Poesy thou dost love, and seek to guessThe shadowy coverts where her footsteps roam,Easy they seem and common; yet ...
You think I am dead, The apple tree said,"Because I have never a leaf to show- Because I stoop, And ...
EVERYWHERE the Yarrow grows!Here and there the thistle blows,Here and there the barberries,By the brook the plumy fern;We know where ...
May! queen of blossoms,And fulfilling flowers,With what pretty musicShall we charm the hours?Wilt thou have pipe and reed,Blown in the ...
I never had a title-deed To my estate. But little heed Eyes give to me, when I walk by My ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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