New Year’s Eve: A Waking Dream (George MacDonald Poems)
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
There stands a singer in the street, He has an audience motley and meet; Above him lowers the London night, ...
Away thro' the blue distant hills,Thou windest, deserted old Road;By farm houses brown and gray millsAnd log huts, the woodman's ...
It's all very well to dream of a dove that saves, Picasso's or ...
To-day the world is wide and fairWith sunny fields of lucid air,And waters dancing everywhere;The snow is almost gone;The noon ...
Men of our race, we send you oneRound whom Victoria's holy nameIs halo from the sunken sunOf her grand Summer's ...
I.I see thy house, but I am blown about,A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky,All out of doors—alas! of ...
A health to our soldiers and sailors true That guard Britannia's throne;To England under the southern blue, To ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Sing hey! For the bath at close of day that washes the weary mud away A loon is he that ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
I have a hoard of treasure in my breast; The grange of memory steams against the door, Full of my ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over The edge of the blue, and the ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
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