The Violet (John Hartley Poems)
Little simple violet,Glittering with dewy wet,Hidden by protecting grassAll unheeded we should passWere it not the rich perfume,Leads us on ...
Little simple violet,Glittering with dewy wet,Hidden by protecting grassAll unheeded we should passWere it not the rich perfume,Leads us on ...
Youth that rides the wildest horse,Youth that throws the deadliest steer,Spending strength without remorse,Grappling with the ghosts of fear,Knows it ...
The Association.ARGUMENT. Panduntur Coeli, juvat hinc invisere Div?m Atria, mortali non adeunda Pede: H?c, Animae pennis advecta Theophila, cernit Agmina ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
Comme dans l'?ponge il y a dans l'orange une aspiration ? reprendre contenance apr?s avoir subi l'?preuve de l'expression. Mais ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
Through the wild night, the silence and the dark, Through league on league of the uncharted sky, Lonelier than ...
Up the steep stair they clatter to each room, In whispered merriment they pierce the gloom Of Time's sweet mercy, ...
(ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING)Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode,From thy home on the Yuba, thy ranch overflowed;For ...
In the palace garden-closeMany a flower buds and blows, —Many a lily, ne'er a rose;And, when on the purple fellsHum ...
Through the streets where at windows of old housesthe persian blinds hide secret luxuries,when the cruel sun strikes with redoubled ...
Through the Steppes, see there he glances! Silent flood glad hailed by me,--Thy far distant sons do proffer Through ...
The widest prairies have electric fences, For though old cattle know they must not stray Young steers are always scenting ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of ...
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance" Fragrant grass beside the pond green shade over the hall a clear cold ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
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