The Two Artists (Constance Naden Poems)
EDITH is fair, the painter said, "Her cheek so richly glows, My palette ne'er could match the red Of that ...
EDITH is fair, the painter said, "Her cheek so richly glows, My palette ne'er could match the red Of that ...
WHILE prosperous here on inland waters wide, Far, far, but yet with homeward face I float,Some friends whose hearts no ...
The dawn is sprinkling in the eastIts golden shower, as day flows in;Fast mount the pointed shafts of light:Farewell to ...
the young novice at the tea stallhas taken a vow of silencewhen you ask him a questionhe exorciseby sprinkling dishwater ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
When I got home I went out into the garden Liking it when the frost bit My old brown boots ...
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
To the tune of "Like a Dream" Last night a sprinkling of rain, a violent wind. After a deep sleep, ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Original and actual sin confessed. Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat ...
NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height, That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, I sought ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine, To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep; In tears, the myrtle and ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
What fanciful creators we are: bestowing shock absorbers on cars sprinkling tenderizer on meats and stitching wrinkle-resistant shirts Such wishful ...
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