A Song In The Night: I would I were an angel strong, (George MacDonald Poems)
I would I were an angel strong,An angel of the sun, hasting along!I would I were just come awake,A child ...
I would I were an angel strong,An angel of the sun, hasting along!I would I were just come awake,A child ...
Birch trees dip their boughs to slakeDay's green fires in the enchanted lake.Along the shore, beneath the trees,A drift of ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time, The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to ...
Gazing to gold seraph wing, With wistful wonder in my eyes, A blue-behinded ape, I swing Upon the palms of ...
I will think no more of the sea! Of the big green waves And the hollowed shore, Of the brown ...
No breath of wind, No gleam of sun - Still the white snow Whirls softly down Twig and bough And ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
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