The Elden Tree (Joanna Baillie Poems)
A FEAST was spread in the Baron's hall,And loud was the merry sound,As minstrels played at lady's call,And the cup ...
A FEAST was spread in the Baron's hall,And loud was the merry sound,As minstrels played at lady's call,And the cup ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:No word of haughty challenging, ...
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steepsWith the sweet ...
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
Scene: A Wood, near Keswick, belonging to Greenwich Hospital.Beneath the shadow of an ancient oak,Dreaming I lay, far 'mid a ...
O vale of visionary rest!-Hushed as the grave it liesWith heaving banks of tenderest greenYet brightly, happily serene,As cloud-vale of ...
THERE between the treesThe prying Fauns and Woodmen darkAnd prick-ear'd Satyrs her did mark,How all abandon'd to her moodOf careless ...
There was a boy of other days,A quiet, awkward, earnest lad,Who trudged long weary miles to getA book on which ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
The woodmen's blows responsive ring, As on the trees they fall; And when the birds their sweet notes sing, ...
'Twas eve. The length'ning shadows of the oakAnd weeping birch swept far adown the vale;And nought upon the hush and ...
The leafless forests slowly yield To the thick-driving snow. A little while And night shall ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
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