The Two Angels (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Two angels, as I grew up glad and gay From golden infancy,Were with me, walking all along the way On ...
Two angels, as I grew up glad and gay From golden infancy,Were with me, walking all along the way On ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.DON TOMMASO.If he still ...
THE Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd; With wafture of blown garments bright as fire, Light, light of foot ...
Long ere I knew thee-years of loveless days, A shape would gather from my dreams, and pourThe soul-sweet influence ...
LONG ere I knew thee-years of loveless days- A Shape would gather from my dreams and pourThe soul-sweet influence ...
A man was Peter Myloh, strong-browed and black of face,Australian Aboriginal, son of a dark doomed race. And even I, ...
Deal kindly with those speechless ones, That throng our gladsome earth;Say not the bounteous gift of life Alone is nothing ...
Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, thatturneth aside to tarry for a night? — Jer. xiv. 8.Nay, do ...
Dear God, 'tis hard, so awful hard to loseThe one we love, and see him go afar,With scarce one thought ...
Methinks I see thee, lying straight and low,Silent and darkling, in thy earthy bed,The mighty strength in which I trusted, ...
IF Life is but a hunger to attain,- A longing for some unattested Good, Whose secret has been whispered to ...
A MemoryLITTLE elfin maid,Old, though scarce two years,With your big dark hazel eyesTenderer than tears,And your rosebud mouthLisping jocund things,Breaking ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told Of my darling unborn life; "Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
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