The Little White Doe (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
In the beautiful forest is strayingAn innocent little white doe,And the creature is happily playingWith the sunlight that flickereth so;The ...
In the beautiful forest is strayingAn innocent little white doe,And the creature is happily playingWith the sunlight that flickereth so;The ...
UNCLE JOHN, he makes me tired;Thinks 'at he's jest so all-firedSmart, 'at he kin pick up, so,Ever'thing he wants to ...
When in the crimson cloud of Even,The lingering light decays,And Hesper on the front of HeavenHis glittering gem displays!Deep in ...
What is it maks a crusty wifeForget to scold, an leeave off strife?What is it smoothes th' rooad throo life? It's ...
IN a Devonshire lane, as I trotted along,T'other day, much in want of a subject for song,Thinks I to myself, ...
J's 'bout d'hk I com' hom' ploddin',Tired and ro'sted from de sun.Tho' I wo'k f'om mo'nin' early,Seems m' tas' ez ...
My life flows on in endless song;Above earth's lamentationI hear the sweet though far off hymnThat hails a new creation:Through ...
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
EYEZION.DAWN had not streak'd the spacious veil of night, When EYEZION, the light poet of the spring, Hied from his ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
Along the path that skirts the wood, The three musicians wend their way,Pleased with their ...
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask Of wine solicits your attention;And roses fair, to deck your hair, And things too ...
He has not served who gathers gold,Nor has he served, whose life is toldIn selfish battles he has won,Or deeds ...
Blind multitudes that jar confusedlyAt strife, earth's children, will ye never restFrom toils made hateful here, and dawns distressedWith ravelling ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
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