For Mothering! (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,For little Miss and Master'll be coming ...
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,For little Miss and Master'll be coming ...
Yesternight -- how long it seems! --Met I in the land of dreams,One that loved me long ago --Better it ...
Grief was my master yesternight;To-morrow I may grieve again;But now along the windy plainThe clouds have taken flight.The sowers in ...
Well, what tidings today? said the bee To the burgeoning rose."You are young, yet already you see Much of life, ...
O Mary, Mother, if the day we trod In converse sweet the lily-fields of God, From earth afar arose a ...
Air — "Landlady, count the lawin."O weel's me on my ain man!My ain man, my ain man;O, weel's me on ...
I never wished for wings as yesternight, When my imprisoned darling sadly came Before her window, leaned against the frame, ...
LONG years ago she visited my chamber, Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand; Her fond kiss she ...
Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me that you are dead! The corpse has spoken from out his bed. "Yesternight my burning ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
'Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
When I consider Life and its few years -- A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call ...
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