Sitting On The Shore (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
The Moods have laid their hands across my hair:The Moods have drawn their fingers through my heart;My hair shall never ...
Air — "Vicar of Bray."A wind-bound exile far from home,While standing near th' unfathomed main,My eyes the far horizon roam,To ...
A gleaming glassy ocean, Under a sky of gray; A tide that dreams of motion, ...
IN dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships; And gold doubloons, that from the drowned hand fell, Lie nestled in the ...
Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls, The sea thrift dwelling on her spray-swept height, The lofty rose, the ...
There may be seeming calm above, but no!—There is a pulse below which ceases not,A subterranean working, fiery hot,Deep in ...
With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
I understood the rest too well, And all their thoughts have come to be Clear as grey sea-weed in the ...
Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its power combines, The sea no more its ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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