Songs with Preludes: Friendship (Jean Ingelow Poems)
ON A SUN-PORTRAIT OF HER HUSBAND, SENT BY HISWIFE TO THEIR FRIEND.Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no moreThe living thought ...
ON A SUN-PORTRAIT OF HER HUSBAND, SENT BY HISWIFE TO THEIR FRIEND.Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no moreThe living thought ...
Sweet the memory is to meOf a land beyond the sea,Where the waves and mountains meet,Where amid her mulberry-treesSits Amalfi ...
Beside the stream that silverly steals onTo swell the song of that far-sounding seaWhich breaks upon the utmost shore of ...
I SEE the Nation, as in antique ages,Crouched with rent robes, and ashes on her head:Her mournful eyes are deep ...
Three Kings have come to BethlehemWith a trailing star in front of them.MARYWhat would you in this little place, You three ...
FAR from the northward, from the cloven ridges,Pine-girt, deep-drifted with bewildering snows,By ice-plowed gorge, the leaping river bridges,Light span by ...
Long before the dawn breaksWith a bird's cry,I'll be hustling on the windOut where you lie -Hurrying to our rendezvousUnder ...
SIX times the sun has hotly litA smoke-wreathed scene of care,To-day the dust of toil is laid,And children are at ...
From dyke to hillside, sways the level sweepOf all the ripened hay, in mid-July;A tideless sea of rustling melody,Beside the ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
1230Unnamed, unknown:--his hands across his breast Set in sepulchral rest,In yon low cave-like niche the warrior lies, --A shrine within ...
Out of that high pavilionWhere the sick, wind-harassed sunIn the whiteness of the dayGhostly shone and stole away--Parched with the ...
THE palms are yellowing in the Autumn heat, I hate the ripple of that tideless sea, But worse the line ...
LAST high star of the years whose thunder Still men's listening remembrance hears, Last light left of our ...
Fill, fill me a goblet from those dark and silent waters, Where the lovēd song of the minstrel for ever ...
In the days before the high tide Swept away the towers of sandBuilt with so much care and labour By ...
Rose o' my hert,Open yer leaves to the lampin mune;Into the curls lat her keek an' dert,She'll tak the colour ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
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