The Hospital. (Fidelia S T Hill Poems)
Still she was fair, although the bloom of youthHad yielded to the hectic of disease,And fever lighted up her brilliant ...
Still she was fair, although the bloom of youthHad yielded to the hectic of disease,And fever lighted up her brilliant ...
INow twenty-four or maybe twenty-fiveWas the woman's age, and her white brow was sleek;Lips parted in surprise, the flawless cheek;The ...
Who never lost, are unpreparedA Coronet to find!Who never thirstedFlagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league-Can such a ...
A young Apollo, golden-haired,Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,Magnificently unpreparedFor the long littleness of life.(Frances Darwin Cornford)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
Causing us to focus to remember the Christ-child leading us into worship the liturgical year The panic of advent not ...
On the Sabbath day they rested not because this was their choice Christ's body in the tomb unprepared for his ...
As much as walking on the water, leaving home unprepared, out into the world wholly dependent, trusting in strangers relying ...
A foolish man, so the lectionary calls the rich man his new silos, full, bursting; but empty his life for ...
I drove by the spot again Today, this afternoon. Where you lost control. Where fate found you Tired, and unprepared ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
Five of ten enter by the narrow gate the rest are caught asleep, unprepared lamps empty, without their oil in ...
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the ...
Amid fear and suspicions, with agitated mind and frightened eyes, we melt and plan how to act to avoid the ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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