The Little HandMaiden (Archibald Lampman Poems)
The King's son walks in the garden fair—Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!He little knows for his toil and care,That ...
The King's son walks in the garden fair—Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!He little knows for his toil and care,That ...
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.Both were fair, in the flush ...
The Shepherd and the King,The Angel and the Ass,They heard Sweet Mary sing,When her joy was come to pass;They heard ...
UPON the whitewashed wallsA woman's shadow falls,A woman walketh o'er the darksome floors. A soft, angelic smileLighteth her face the ...
O how sweet the glorious message simple faith may claimYesterday, today, forever Jesus is the same.Still He loves to save ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here,Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear!Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -Search ...
The Spirit of Darkness, the Prince of the Power of the Air,The terror that walketh by night, and the horror ...
A maiden meek, with solemn, steadfast eyes, Full of eternal constancy and faith, And smiling lips, through whose ...
Like one who walketh in a plenteous land, By flowing waters, under shady trees, Through sunny meadows, where ...
Beside us in our seeking after pleasures,Through all our restless striving after fame,Through all our search for worldly gains and ...
BEAUTY still walketh on the earth and air, Our present sunsets are as rich in gold As ere the Iliad's ...
Let you not say of me when I am old,In pretty worship of my withered handsForgetting who I am, and ...
There by his side in chariot rideth she, As lovely flower of the hibiscus tree, So fair her face; and ...
SHE WALKETH veiled and sleeping,For she knoweth not her power;She obeyeth but the pleadingOf her heart, and the high leadingOf ...
She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: "O white companionship! You ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
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