To The Wissahiccon (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side, When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water, Nor ...
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side, When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water, Nor ...
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of ...
Love, show thine eyes, thy stature infinite; Thou child of ...
DEEP set in distant seas it lies; The morning vapors float and fall, The noonday clouds above it rise, Then ...
On wooded height the slanting light In glinting, gleaming radiance falls, And softly sifts throught opening rifts ...
The summer queen has many flowers To deck her sunny hair, And trailing grasses, pure and sweet, To scent the ...
Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old. Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay, ...
Last night, I dreamed of Nippon.... I saw a cloud of whiteDrifting before the sunset On seas of opal light.Beyond ...
Under the sweep of a fell the smoke-reek curls and drifts Where a white-walled cottage stands nestling amid the ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is full; But unamazed dares clearly ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan's men Here stood ...
I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of ...
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