Fra’ T Middle East (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
THERE isn't a tree to be seen fra' wheer I am writin',There isn't a beck to be heard or sang ...
THERE isn't a tree to be seen fra' wheer I am writin',There isn't a beck to be heard or sang ...
"HOW small a tooth hath mined the season's heart! How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire, Until ...
In God's good time this agony shall cease And gentle peace return. But stark and numb Some lie beneath Caucasian ...
Seated at the core of the rose I weep As I die in the Street each night Ahead and beyond ...
Come turn with me, and gaze on that fair moon !—"Her beams must fade, and we be parted soon !"How ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
UPON a garden's perfum'd bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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