Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
O painter bold and true, lord of every flying hue,Whose immortal hand all lovely things implore,Now to thy glory set, ...
Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,Border'd, each bank, with ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
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