After Sixty Years (Edith Nesbit Poems)
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Ye sportive nymphs who on Parnassus play,Though old as ages, -- young and ever gay!O hither wing from Parna's flow'ry ...
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad- Thine are no melancholy skies, ...
When Science, trembling in the lengthened shadeOf monster superstitions, and menacedBy raving Bigotry, a dream embracedOf prosperous worlds by mortal ...
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? I, who by Toils of Sickness, ...
Let nations encircle the brows of the brave With glory the greatest that glitters below, Who make in the ...
Who flees the regions of the lower mind,Where these distempers breathe on every wind:Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate,Old snarly spleen, and ...
By the fond Counsel of my Friends misled I banish'd Love out of my Breast; Now surely I shall be ...
The finest tribute we can payUnto our hero dead to-day,Is not a rose wreath, white and red,In memory of the ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,— Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by ...
I dug a grave, one smiling April day, A grave whose small proportions testifiedTo empty arms, and playthings put away, ...
MAKE there my tomb, beneath the lime-tree's shade,Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave;Let no memorial mark where I ...
Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--Those are the friends we remember with tears;Few are the words that such ...
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled ...
I was attorney for the "Q" And the Indemnity Company which insured The owners of the mine. I pulled the ...
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