Kismet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns ...
Before you thought of spring,Except as a surmise,You see, God bless his suddenness,A fellow in the skiesOf independent hues,A little ...
I am worn out with dreams; A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams; And all day long I look Upon ...
I'm sick of embarking in dories Upon an emotional sea. I'm wearied of playing Dolores (A role never written for ...
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