A Dead Sea-Gull (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
LACK-LUSTRE eye, and idle wing, And smirch?d breast that skims no more, White as the foam itself, the wave-- Hast ...
LACK-LUSTRE eye, and idle wing, And smirch?d breast that skims no more, White as the foam itself, the wave-- Hast ...
The late evening sun falls over the fieldsTurning the newly ploughed furrows to fire,Touching briefly the young buds on the ...
PERCHANCE the dying gods of Earth Are destined to another birth, And worn-out creeds regain their worth In the kindly ...
Whizzing, fierce, it cameDown the summer air,Burning like a flameOn my fingers bare,And it brought to meAs swift - a ...
The blast skimsover the stringof takeoff lightsandrelinquishingplace and timelofts toseparation:the plume, rosesliver, growsacross thehigh-lit eveningsky: by thisMays Landing creekshot pinecones,skinned ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
On Mrs. W-----'s Voyage to England. I. WHILE raging tempests shake the shore, While AElus' thunders round us roar, And ...
You call me an angel of love and of light, A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
I.--VENTIMIGLIA The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank: Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm ...
Come away! come away! there's a frost along the marshes, And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song; She skims ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
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