Broceliande (Ethel Clifford Poems)
The forest of the winding water-ways Shows dimly imaged in the glass of dreams,And faintly falls upon the dreaming ...
The forest of the winding water-ways Shows dimly imaged in the glass of dreams,And faintly falls upon the dreaming ...
A FAIRY prince came singing through the wood, And sighing, "Out, alas!" and, "Well-a-way!The world is grey, romance is dead, ...
It was Earl Haldan's daughter,She looked across the sea;She looked across the water;And long and loud laughed she:'The locks of ...
You never see a decent figure'ead —Not now, Bill said,"A fiddlin' bit o' scroll-work at the bowThat's the most now ...
Traditionally, the same actor plays Captain Hookand Mr. Darling. — The Picture Book of Peter Pan ...
Summer met me in the glade, With a host of fair princesses,Golden iris, foxgloves staid, Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses.Roses ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
A pair of ruby slippers sequined and well-worn Old friends gingerly placed, lovingly left for another day I don't know ...
Three years, since that snow covered morning when you warmed my heart, filling me with joy Saying the words of ...
A house of princesses greeted our three on the return from the church, the pageant practice a lost memory as ...
Hand-me-down one-piece pajamas pink fleece-like all soft and thick held in place by the elastic of the cuff a little ...
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don't understand. He was reading to ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-- Then fading slow And furred is the ...
Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker, "Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost, ...
My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she's plain is Jane, Of needlework she's vain, And makes ...
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead! And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread, And to ...
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