From The Suburbs (Dollie Radford Poems)
IT rushes home, our own express, So cheerfully, no one would guess The weight it carries Of tired husbands, back ...
IT rushes home, our own express, So cheerfully, no one would guess The weight it carries Of tired husbands, back ...
HER Leghorn hat was of the bright gold tintThe setting sunbeams give to autumn clouds;The ribband that encircled it as ...
Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright, and fair?Saw you ...
To thee I oft have boasted, in my pride, That come what may, Fate never can annul Our glorious past--so ...
My soul would one day go and seek For roses, and in Julia's cheek A richess of those sweets she ...
Be the mistress of my choice, Clean in manners, clear in voice; Be she witty, more than wise, Pure enough, ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Delia, the unkindest girl on earth, When I besought the fair, That favour of intrinsic worth A ringlet of her ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
One writes, that "Other friends remain," That "Loss is common to the race"-- And common is the commonplace, And vacant ...
'Your ringlets, your ringlets, That look so golden-gay, If you will give me one, but one, To kiss it night ...
YOU looked so tempting in the pew, You looked so sly and calm - My trembling fingers played with yours ...
EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r, Thy thrilling ...
On the Gilfillan burial day, In the Hill o' Balgay, It was a most solemn sight to see, Not fewer ...
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