Contrasted Songs: A Lily And The Lute (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(Song of the uncommunicated Ideal.)I.I opened the eyes of my soul. And behold,A white river-lily: a lily awake, and aware,—For she set ...
(Song of the uncommunicated Ideal.)I.I opened the eyes of my soul. And behold,A white river-lily: a lily awake, and aware,—For she set ...
DEAR Agnes, gleamed with joy and dashed with tears,O'er us have glided almost sixty yearsSince we on Bothwell's bonny braes ...
IAt the gate of the West I stand,On the isle where the nations throng.We call them "scum o' the earth";Stay, ...
When we were building Skua Light--The first men who had lived a nightUpon that deep-sea Isle--As soon as chisel touched ...
I"Soulless," they said, but I was blindTo all things save the hazel deeps,Unruffled by a gust of wind,Wherein thy wondrous ...
When the south-west wind cameThe air grew bright and sweet, as though a flameHad cleansed the world of winter. The ...
IN Ortygia the Dawn land the old gods dwell, And the silver's yet a-quiver on the old wizard well By ...
There are moments we can look to, we can cherish in the past,As the fleeting days that numbered them are ...
Poised in a sheeny mistOf the dust of bloom,Clasped to the poppy's breast and kissed,Baptized in violet perfumeFrom foot to ...
THE ghosts of flowers went sailingThrough the dreamy autumn air,--The gossamer wings of the milkweed brown,And the sheeny silk of ...
Girlhood, the dearest time of joy and love, The sunny spring of gladness and of peace, The time that joins ...
1553-4 Two ships upon the steel-blue Arctic seas When day was long and night itself was day, Forged heavily before ...
A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, ...
When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking; Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark; The ...
'E passes by, each day, at ten - A bottle-shouldered yidWot looks as if 'e pushed a pen An' drawes ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
I like to read confessionsAs lengthy as Rousseau's,With all their slow processionsOf innumerable woes.I revel in Cellini,Augustine, AmielDumas's Memoirs so ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
THOU orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon! Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand, The sibilant near sea ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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