Daffodils (Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems)
Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,And once a thrush from out some ...
Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,And once a thrush from out some ...
My lass, when Godto suffer sent me,no gifts he gave,but only lent mefor gold, my breath,for silver, labour;the sky as ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
A MOMENT since, he stood unmoved--alone; Courage and thought on his resolvēd brow; But hope is quivering in the broken ...
IT rushes home, our own express, So cheerfully, no one would guess The weight it carries Of tired husbands, back ...
A SAGE , much skill'd in classic lore,And eager still t' increase his store,Did punctual come each day to dinner,But ...
MY altar holds a constant flame;There eager, day by day,I lay my offering; all the sameIn dust it drifts away.The ...
Germany, your name is Night,Darkening every coast and clime:Even when you show a lightIt is filthy, it's a crime.As our ...
Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Of what is true or right or real, But forced to qualify ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- Hers be damask fine -- Tho' she wear a silver apron -- I, a ...
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare He doth as punctual call As on the conscientious Flower And ...
The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place -- Its place is in the Human Heart ...
Pink -- small -- and punctual -- Aromatic -- low -- Covert -- in April -- Candid -- in May ...
It came at last but prompter Death Had occupied the House -- His pallid Furniture arranged And his metallic Peace ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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