Scholar And The Carpenter (Jean Ingelow Poems)
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
I.THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breastA little island, flushed with purple bloom,Lay gently cradled like a moorhen's ...
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,Nor glittering arrows of morning can ...
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
MELIBOEUSYou, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's familiar ...
MELIBOEUS, TITYRUSMeliboeus.You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopyReclining, on the slender oat rehearseYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,And home's ...
LEST Heaven be thronged with grey-beards hoary, God, who made boys for His delight,Stoops in a day of grief and glory And ...
The Mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small--So soft and slow the great wheels go they scarcely ...
There are some that long for a limpid lake by a blue Italian shore, Or a palm-grove out where the ...
SENT IN A LITTLE BOX.LET them lie, yes, let them lie, They'll be dead to-morrow: Lift the lid up quietly ...
I hear a voice low in the sunset woods; Listen, it says: "Decay, decay, decay." I hear it ...
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
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