Songs of the Summer Days (George MacDonald Poems)
I.A glory on the chamber wall!A glory in the brain!Triumphant floods of glory fallOn heath, and wold, and plain.Earth lieth ...
I.A glory on the chamber wall!A glory in the brain!Triumphant floods of glory fallOn heath, and wold, and plain.Earth lieth ...
IMaimed, beggared, grey; seeking an alms; with nodOf palsy doing task of thanks for bread;Upon the stature of a God,He ...
They wait, the forest monarchs tall,In naked beauty on the hills,Until the snows of Winter fall,And icy arms embrace the ...
Where are the stockmen bluff and bold,Who pitched their tents on the far frontier,Where wealth was not in bond or ...
Hereafter, when I no more belong to earth, I should love to return to it as a spirit, and impart ...
Quem das finem, rex magne, dolorum?Where we went in the boat was a long bayA slingshot wide, walled in by ...
To-day a bird on wings as white as foam That crests the blue-gray wave,With the vesper light upon its breast, ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.— The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue,A little ...
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
NEVER again:No child shall stir the inmost heart of herAnd teach her heaven by that first faint stir;No little lips ...
Forth breaks the dawn, and gilds the Eastern sky,Swift to their secret nests the night owls hie;The flowers of morning ...
One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-playerEven where my lady and I lay all alone;Saying: "Behold, this minstrel is unknown;Bid him ...
I love the Tsarskoselsky GardensLate in the fall when, in soft hazeEnfolded, as in sleep's embraceThey lie… The cold's breath ...
THE hours of the day have departed,They folded their wings to rest,When the last red ray of sun-lightFaded away in ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
DO you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird? That is the flame of love I send ...
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, And waves of golden glory break adown the ...
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