The Blow Hole (Ernest George Henty Poems)
Oh! glorious foam-crests that surge beneath me,Oh! mighty waves that break with a roarOn these ironstone cliffs that rise above ...
Oh! glorious foam-crests that surge beneath me,Oh! mighty waves that break with a roarOn these ironstone cliffs that rise above ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
Beside the manse the river flows This sweet and tender summer day,While soft winds wanton round the rose, Or dally ...
Why dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere? Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror ...
O how quick, and yet how softComes the moonlight from aloft—From the happy starry skies,Like the smiles of angels' eyes,Flinging ...
I remember the dear little cabinThat stood by the weather-brown mill,And the beautiful wavelets of sunshineThat flowed down the slope ...
On Busento's grassy banks a muffled chorus echoes nightly, While the swirling eddies answer and the wavelets ripple lightly. Up ...
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
ALONG the shore, along the shore I see the wavelets meeting: But thee I see--ah, never more, For all my ...
That I were in some forest's green retreat,Beneath a towering arch of proud old elms,Where a clear streamlet gurgled at ...
Sadly, O sage, thine images are told.Think we of cornfields, where again there fallAt Memory's touch, that is so magical,All ...
On Newlyn Hill the gorse is bright;Upon the hedgerows left and rightSong-dizzy birds the Spring-time greet;The bluebells weave a purple ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
MY love o'er the water bends dreaming; It glideth and glideth away: She sees there her own beauty, gleaming Through ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
THE shadows of the ships Rock on the crest In the low blue lustre Of the tardy and the soft ...
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