Quarterman’s Grace. Part I (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him,sandy strand of the sea to treadand widespread ways. The world's great candle,sun shone ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
WIGLAF his name was, Weohstan's son,linden-thane loved, the lord of Scylfings,Aelfhere's kinsman. His king he now sawwith heat under helmet ...
THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out,and bright homes burned. The blaze stood highall landsfolk frighting. No living thingwould ...
Tonight as I was riding on a wave Of triumph and of glory, A Question suddenly, as from the ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
The mother will not turn, who thinks she hearsHer nursling's speech first grow articulate;But breathless with averted eyes elateShe sits, ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and by now suppose It is certainly not me. But the ...
Joy welled up, filled our cups to overflowing a day long sought after, Being affirmed by our family of faith ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
You asked me who the woman next to me was I said, "she is my heart," Holding my cupped hands ...
My eyes welled up Tears rolled down my cheeks As the choir sang Of God's Love and His forgiveness Vision ...
Tears of joy welled up in his heart spilled down his cheeks in the pew again Frozen Yankee stoicism melted ...
A little leaf just in the forest's edge, All summer long, had listened to the wooing Of amorous brids that ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
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