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 ...
Two angels, as I grew up glad and gay From golden infancy,Were with me, walking all along the way On ...
Hurrah for this rough brown giant of ours! He stood by the side of GodWhen the stars were shot from ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover's tale, Throughout ...
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 ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
Rachel, soft and shy and blushing, pass'd into the angel wife, Tears of joy within the rapture of her sweetly-drooping ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
"I speak of one, from many singled out—One of those heavenly days that cannot die."—WordsworthThere is a lustre in the ...
This is what Bob Cruikshanks said,With a doubtful shake of the head, And an oily hand that began to feelRound ...
Du Wonne der Natur.—Schiller.O come away to the woodland bowers, Where the shade is soft and sweet,And pillow the head ...
No, the railway wasn't a fitting placeFor a man like him, at least one in his case;But though deaf and ...
Bring him to England, for the goal is won; The grand old man, whose soul was as a sparkFrom the ...
I loved her when I was at school— So early Cupid flung his fetter;I fought my rivals, like a fool, ...
I like my labour and the gods, And rave about them in the fashionOf those who framed their high abodes, ...
Bertha grew up to noble womanhood Full of the light of smiles, and in her eyes,As sweet as spring flowers ...
One night, returning from my work, I saw A woman standing by the churchyard gate,And in her eyes a look ...
Ah! why will my heart beat faint and low At the sound of the falling leaves?And why do I turn ...
O, glad New Year, with what a wealth of hope Thou comest to the world of toiling men,Bringing glad days ...
A youth uprising with a pale, sweet face, Fraught with intensest wonder, with the Muse For his most passionate mistress, ...
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