Pilot (Arthur Weir Poems)
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
Air — "St. Patrick's Day in the Morning."Wake, Irishman, wake, let your slumbers be over,Our children will look to our ...
She is fair to see and sweet,Dainty from her head to feet,Modest, as her blushing shows,Happy, as her smiles disclose,And ...
Thou who hast carried thy benignant smile To distant regions ...
The miller leaned o'er the oaken door,Quaint shadows swung on the dusty floor,The spider toiled in the dust o'erhead,With restless ...
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:Its storms roll up the sky:The nations sleep starving on heaps ...
THAT angel whose charge was Eir? sang thus, o'er the dark Isle winging; By a virgin his song was heard ...
WRITTEN SOME TIME BACK.Cowper, I thank my God that thou art healed.Thine was the sorest malady of all,And I am ...
St. Crispin to Mr. Gifford.All unadvised, and in an evil hour, Lured by aspiring thoughts, my son, you daft The ...
Doubt no more that Oberon—Never doubt that PanLived, and played a reed, and ranAfter nymphs in a dark forest,In the ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
June No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down ...
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all ...
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was ...
Doubt no more that Oberon- Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a ...
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