A Dead Year (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I took a year out of my life and story-- A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All ...
I took a year out of my life and story-- A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
Beams of the daybreak faint! I hailYour dubious hues, as on the robeOf night, which wraps the slumbering globe,I mark ...
SING the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high;Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by.Workmen's ...
Flapping fierce her gory pinions, Whetting sharp her crimson beak,Vulture War her barbarous minions, Calls her ghastly prey to seek.Now her hideous ...
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they Than when their cunning fashioner first blew The pith of music from them: ...
In silence a knife is being sharpened.Though the sun is already sinking, it is still being sharpened.The back and the ...
Men moving in a trench, in the clear noon,Whetting their steel within the crumbling earth;Men, moving in a trench 'neath ...
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
THE MOTHER'S COUNSEL.Ahti, hero of the Islands,Wild magician, Lemminkainen,Also known as Kaukomieli,Hastened from the great carousal,From the banquet-halls of Louhi,From ...
Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattleOf labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,Above the ...
316The Wind didn't come from the Orchard-today-Further than that-Nor stop to play with the Hay-Nor joggle a Hat-He's a transitive ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out ...
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