Honours — Part II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
MOTHER AND SON.THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the motherWent in search of her son,--at first in front of ...
A LEGEND OF 1516.WHAT time o'er gory lands and threatening seasFair fortune, wearied, fled the Genoese--What time from many a ...
Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bayI with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;Tall cliffs; ...
(KEEWATIN.)A land untamed, whose myriad islesAre set in branching lakes that veinIllimitable silent woods,Voiceful in Fall, when their defiles,Rich with ...
IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into ...
In this dream that dogs me I am partOf a silent crowd walking under a wall,Leaving a football match, perhaps, ...
I HATE to watch them reaping the Five Acre,The field at the hill's foot, steeply sloping.One sees the pattern too ...
With a Volume of Verses.TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world's tumultuous strife,And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over ...
SpaceNo center, no above, no belowCeaselessly devouring and engendering itselfWhirlpool spaceAnd drop into heightSpacesClarities steeply cutSuspendedBy the night's flankBlack gardens ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
IEat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.Surely the earth, that's wise being very old,Needs not our help. Then loose ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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