My Palace-Home (Dollie Radford Poems)
GIVE me thy hand, dear friend, and let me take theeInto my palace-home and garden fair,Beside me follow close, ah, ...
GIVE me thy hand, dear friend, and let me take theeInto my palace-home and garden fair,Beside me follow close, ah, ...
After this the halt and summer Parted company; and taking Off his cap at night the thunderTook a hundred blinding ...
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: --he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully ...
1902 Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heave and the halt and the ...
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, The children follow the butterflies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with ...
1 Among thy fancies, tell me this, What is the thing we call a kiss? 2 I shall resolve ye ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid Whom fancy still will portray to my sight, How here I linger in ...
Go Valentine and tell that lovely maid Whom Fancy still will pourtray to my sight, How her Bard lingers in ...
Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky, The sober twilight dimly darkens round; In short quick circles the shrill ...
Dark HORROR, hear my call! Stern Genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss-cankered seat, Beneath the Abbey's ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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