Sacred To the Memory of Algernon R. G. Stanhope (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
THE silver cord is loosed, he said, "The golden bowl is broken; A few more prayers having been prayed, A ...
THE silver cord is loosed, he said, "The golden bowl is broken; A few more prayers having been prayed, A ...
She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs; ...
Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.We glimpse the blue eyes of her, ...
I hear her rocking the baby--Her room is next to mine--And I fancy I feel the dimpled armsThat round her ...
I know a wonderful land, I said,Where the skies are always blue,Where on chocolate drops are the children fed,And coconut ...
WATER, for anguish of the solstice:-nay, But dip the vessel slowly,-nay, but lean ...
I saw children playing, dancing in a ring, Till a voice came calling, calling one away; With sad backward glances ...
Many sweet flowers in the prairie shine,And many in the wood; But the fairest flower of all is mine, My ...
"Dimpled and flushed and dewy pink he lies, Crumpled and tossed and lapt in snowy bands; Aimlessly reaching with his ...
Summer, sweet Summer, many-fingered Summer!We hold thee very dear, as well we may:It is the kernel of the year to-day—All ...
Within the churchThe solemn priests advance,And the sunlight, stained by the heavy windows,Dyes a yet richer red the scarlet bannersAnd ...
176I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!I don't care for pouting skies!If the Butterfly delayCan I, therefore, stay away?If the Coward Bumble ...
In happy moments moments when she isn't pouting, or making a face arguing, squinting when she is just a pretty ...
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! I don't care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away? ...
An antiquated Grace Becomes that cherished Face As well as prime Enjoining us to part We and our pouting Heart ...
Within the church The solemn priests advance, And the sunlight, stained by the heavy windows, Dyes a yet richer red ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
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