Because your treasure is near (Dollie Radford Poems)
BECAUSE your treasure is nearTo the touch of your hand,And fresh and flowing and clearYour deep well of delight,The place ...
BECAUSE your treasure is nearTo the touch of your hand,And fresh and flowing and clearYour deep well of delight,The place ...
"WERE but my spirit loosed upon the air,- By some High Power who could Life's chains unbind, Set free to ...
AMID a crown of radiant hills,A little wood with blossoms rareBreathes sweetly, while the young lark trillsHis new learnt melody ...
A man may lose his soul for just one day Of splendor and be still accounted wise, Or he may ...
Like to a flock of birds, the flying days Whirr in my ears, and leave no trace behind, More than ...
Oh Liberty! I wait for theeTo break this chain and dungeon bar;I hear thy spirit calling meDeep in the frozen ...
Each morning, as the day begins, Her hair is sunlight to my eyes,Each morning, as a new day wins ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest, My soul, this wholesome meditation, How God the Spirit, by angels ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Now must I these three praise -- Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
O! Reason! vaunted Sovreign of the mind! Thou pompous vision with a sounding name! Can'st thou, the soul's rebellious passions ...
Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind, As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fibre creeps the ...
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane, And burn'd through long ages of darkness and storm, Is ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous ...
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