Alexis (Alexander Anderson Poems)
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
From hill-encircled Windermere, And all through happy Ambleside,Where every nook and spot were dear, A gentle Spirit was my guide.He ...
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —TennysonAy, in heaven's name, let us move ...
England, amid thy great in this great time One man, white-haired, with misty, flashing eyesLooms from the rest, in his ...
The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."A brooding quiet rests to-day On all the well-known hills around;Spring lingers ...
The little village sleeps to-day,Save but for children at their play.The white clouds show their snowy breastAbove Glen-Aylmer's grassy crest.And ...
A tender light, when I look back, Is all that I can seeOf that sweet time and that sweet walk— ...
Back on the wrong line, that was all, Back in the morning, dusky and drear,Simple enough such a thing you ...
Das T?chtige wenns wahrhaft ist,Wirkt ?ber alle zeiten hinaus.—GoetheLet there be fingers on the lips to-day, And footsteps check'd to ...
Those simple daisies which you view, Last year, when summer winds did wave,And clouds were white with sunshine, grew Upon ...
A dream of youth has grown to fruit, Though years it was in blossom;It lay, like touch of summer light, ...
No, the railway wasn't a fitting placeFor a man like him, at least one in his case;But though deaf and ...
All its innocent thoughts,Like rose leaves scattered.~~There is an angel sleeping in this room,A little angel, with the quietest bloomOf ...
I stood in a dream between Life and Death, And I whisper'd to the twain—"Now, which of you has the ...
The way that it came about was this— I was stoker for over two years to Bill,But do as we ...
I sat in the house of the master, With the Pentland Hills in view,And in at the open window The ...
As of old the river is singing, The woods are thick and green,The wind is swaying the branches, That the ...
Glory in winning a maid in the first wild heat of our youth, When heaven comes down to the earth, ...
I push the little gate aside,I leave behind all human pride,For here the grass is waving wide.With careless eye I ...
In quiet, holy light she stands,But not for her the folded hands.She scorns the life that moves apartIn selfish solitude ...
A Faust in colours with the good and ill For ever at their conflict, dumb of speech, Nor drawing gladiator-like ...
Dare I profane the wreath, and with blind aim Snatch from the cunning gods who hold above The heads of ...
Here as I sit this summer day, On a seat at a door in a little town,Trains, about fifty yards ...
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