Songs of the Autumn Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
I.O night, send up the harvest moonTo walk about the fields,And make of midnight magic noonOn lonely tarns and wealds.In ...
I.O night, send up the harvest moonTo walk about the fields,And make of midnight magic noonOn lonely tarns and wealds.In ...
My heart awakened to life in your valleys, Your waves played around me. And all of the fair ...
Girded by wastes of sounding foam, Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;Day in, day out, the cloudless dome Looks down with ...
Faith may break on reason,Faith may prove a treasonto that highest giftthat is granted by Thy grace;but hope! Ah, let ...
NO light of sun or moon can reach the seed That blindly in the bosom of a flower Ripens through ...
Judge mildly the tasked world; and disinclineTo brand it, for it bears a heavy pack.You have perchance observed the inebriate's ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
COME, here is adieu to the city And hurrah for the country again. The broad road lies before me Watered ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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