Honours — Part I (Jean Ingelow Poems)
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
The nearer camp fires lighted, The distant beacons bright-The horsemen on the skyline Are closing in to-night!My brothers, Oh my brothers! Lie down ...
THIS is your month, the month of "perfect days,"Birds in full song and blossoms all ablaze.Nature herself your earliest welcome ...
THE moon, a circle of gold,O'er the crowded housetops rolled,And peeped in an attic, where,'Mid sordid things and bare,A sick ...
Close on the edge of a midsummer dawnIn troubled dreams I went from land to land,Each seven-colored like the rainbow's ...
Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs;Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions ...
What though she lieth mute on yonder hill? Though ivy green and shadowy eglatere Have held in tender fold through many a ...
Torrent of light and river of the air, Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen Like gold and silver sands in ...
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
IMASEFIELD (HIMSELF)GOD said, and frowned, as He looked onShropshire clay:"Alone, 'twont do; composite, would I makeThis man-child rare; 'twere well, ...
We are children of the sun, Rising sun!Weaving Southern destiny,Waiting for the mighty hourWhen our Shiloh shall appearWith the flaming ...
HOW true thy work, blind Builder of the homes Which throng the paths of Life, beasts, fishes, birds, All things ...
Someone is at the door again, my weeping heart, no, no onePerhaps a passerby, who will go somewhere elseThe night ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the ...
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