The Sceptic (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? When I want her most she's out of the way.Child, you're running a long account Up, ...
Cheerful crab was that old Posh,---Warn't afflicted much with dosh,---Fact, he worked round sawin' wood,Earnin what few cents he could,Got ...
Never put your personal spoon in the common jelly bowl.Spread your napkin upon your lap. Do not grasp.Eat what meat ...
There came a youth upon the earth,Some thousand years ago,Whose slender hands were nothing worth,Whether to plow, to reap, or ...
The people who were better than us were comfortable.They lived in painted houses with flush toilets.Drove cars whose year and ...
Scud sprinted blind, rigging shrill aloftrumoured miles for kelson's haul or fellgale rang wicked an eighth bell their knellthey feared. ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
So held this king to the customs old,that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,the meed of my ...
The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered brightO'er ...
Though I've travelled far in distant lands- Russia, Prussia and Runcorn Sands- Back to my hometown I feel I want ...
In good time, when I am ready, Wondrous schemes shall I unfold;But we must be cautious, steady, Cleaving to the ...
IT'S one o' my idees that men ain't all of fightin' stock, They ain't all built fer ploughin' or fer ...
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring;Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing.Hear my drear, discordant note Sobbing, sobbing ...
Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes (as if in fact you were looking through a mist) in alternation ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care-- When first he planned his home, What City should arise and bear The weight ...
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
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