“Merle Wood” (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
DEAR, winding glens of Merle Wood! deep in flowers,That speak the mood of peaceful, patient hours,When human tenderness for nature's ...
DEAR, winding glens of Merle Wood! deep in flowers,That speak the mood of peaceful, patient hours,When human tenderness for nature's ...
The raging colour of this cold FridayEats up our patience like a fire,Consumes our willingness to endure,Here the crumpled maple, ...
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the airTo live the taste of colours easilyTo enjoy loves so ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest,When into the hall comes the Minstrel ...
ALL has befallen as I say, The old r?gime has passed away, And quite a new one Is being fashioned ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
You can brag about the famous men you know; You may boast about the great men you have met,Parsons, eloquent ...
I.Victorious through failure! faithful Lord,Who for twelve angel legions wouldst not prayFrom thine own country of eternal day,To shield thee ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Of what is true or right or real, But forced to qualify ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Give me a heart, hands, feet, a voice clear and strong give me a willingness, a desire, a heart open ...
Something, I cannot fully explain; but certain and true each time, on the side of the main street the parade ...
The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the seas. . . A ...
The man who walks beside the prophet visits me in my dreams. Tells me that they will continue to give ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
I remember India: palm trees, monkey families, fresh lime juice in the streets, the sensual inundation of sights and smells ...
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest, When into the hall comes the ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
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