Memory (Louisa Stuart Costello Poems)
JuneThe high grass waves, with varied hues Of wild flowers glowing 'mid the green;The woods have caught a deeper shade, And darkly ...
JuneThe high grass waves, with varied hues Of wild flowers glowing 'mid the green;The woods have caught a deeper shade, And darkly ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry, Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,Far in the west ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
Let them bury your big eyesIn the secret earth securely,Your thin fingers, and your fair,Soft, indefinite-colored hair,—All of these in ...
I set apart a day for wandering; I heard the woodlands ring, The hidden white-throat sing, And the harmonic West, ...
WE wandered down the meadow way-- The path beside the hedge is shady,-- You did not see the ...
How still it is here in the woods. The treesStand motionless, as if they did not dareTo stir, lest it ...
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
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