Fidelis (Adelaide Anne Procter Poems)
You have taken back the promiseThat you spoke so long ago;Taken back the heart you gave me-I must even let ...
You have taken back the promiseThat you spoke so long ago;Taken back the heart you gave me-I must even let ...
Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,The slow blue rumour of the hill;Let the ...
When I were but a striplin' An' bare a scoor year owd, I thowt I'd gotten brains enew ...
I BLESSE thee, Lord, because I G R O WAmong thy trees, which in a R O WTo thee both ...
I'm a gust on the sea,I'm a footfall of a wave,I'm a roar of the sea,I'm a stag of seven ...
"LIKE to a coin, passing from hand to hand, Are common memories, and day by day The sharpness of their ...
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knifeShut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, ...
Now have I grown a sharpness and an edgeUnto my future nights, and I will cutSheer through the ebon gates ...
There is a wind in Cornwall that I know From any other wind, because it smells Of the warm honey ...
I swear to you, Love, by your arrows,And by your powerful holy flame,I care not if by one I'm maimed,My ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Rank or fragrant rotten or sweet the bitterness or pungency the sharpness of the odor in words of smell triggering ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood The laurels are cut down; some other brows May bear the classic ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all ...
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