A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – December (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
_FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE_1887. . . _Sunt hic sua praemia laudi_,_Sunt lacrimae rerum_ . . . As when the ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw ...
She had hair gold as her father's corn; She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, ...
A golden maid whose golden voice Calls to the northern lands,Of riches she has had her choice.Twin treasures to make ...
A quiet heart, submissive, meek,Father, do thou bestow,Which more than granted, will not seekTo have, or give, or know.Each little ...
Not the muffled drums for himNor the wailing of the fife.Trumpets blaring to the chargeWere the music of his life.Let ...
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;For how should I be loved as I love thee?-I, graceless, joyless, ...
Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon, For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon, For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a ...
Thousandfold flowers unfetters fragrance. Thousandfold powers dowers Deliverance. All frith flowers adore thine aubade! All Ambrosia audacious attunes along cascade! ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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