Our Garden (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
A cloud of cinder-dotted smoke, whose billows rise and swell,Thrust through by seething swords of flame that roar like blasts ...
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
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