Puck (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
She is sleeping on the grass,Where her daily footsteps pass;All her errands left undoneAt the bidding of the sun;From the ...
She is sleeping on the grass,Where her daily footsteps pass;All her errands left undoneAt the bidding of the sun;From the ...
Thou happy, happy elf!(But stop,-first let me kiss away that tear-)Thou tiny image of myself!(My love, he's poking peas into ...
World! what a wonder is this, Grandly and simply sublime,--All the Atlantic abyss Leapt in a nothing of time!Even the steeds of ...
Out of the poignant glare, the shadeless heatOf summer noon, beseech thee follow meInto the dim, dream-haunted secrecyThe cool, green ...
ISecluded, solitary on some underbough,Or cradled in a leaf, 'mid glimmering light,Like Puck thou crouchest: Haply watching howThe slow toadstool ...
The man who frets at worldly strife Grows sallow, sour, and thin;Give us the lad whose happy life Is one perpetual grin:He, ...
WHILE we keep our Poet's Tercentennial,Every school and city with its emulousAntic or solemnity, what tremulousLaughter on the air! O ...
Thin-legged, thin-chested, slight unspeakably,Neat-footed and weak-fingered: in his face -Lean, large-boned, curved of beak, and touched with race,Bold-lipped, rich-tinted, mutable ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
GOD of this Planet! for the name best fitsThe purblind view, which men of this "dim spot"Can take of THEE, ...
O, ye have lost, Mountains, and moors, and meads, the radiant throng That peopled your green solitudes, and filled The ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
II FEAR that Puck is dead it is so longSince men last saw him; dead with all the restOf that ...
ILet me dream a while; the day is done;Let me drift away in Charon's barge;Moonlight pours upon the Isle of ...
"The Treasure and the Low"--Puck of Pook's Hills. Where first by Eden Tree The Four Great Rivers ran, To each ...
Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire Enlarged From "Puck of Pook's Hill" When I left Rome ...
Puck of Poock's Hills Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to ...
(A. D. 406) "A Centurion of the Thirtieth" -- Puck of Pook's Hill My father's father saw it not, And ...
The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry ...
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories