The Lovers (Arthur Weir Poems)
With silken tresses floating free, A dark-eyed maiden wandersAlone beside the murmuring sea, And of her lover ponders.The fisher boats ...
Arthur Weir Poems (46 Poems)
A Birthday (Arthur Weir Poems)
Fifteen years have come and gone, Maiden since thy large, brown eyesOpened first and looked upon Wintry English skies.Fifteen treasure ...
Equality (Arthur Weir Poems)
Mad fools! To think that men can be Made equal all, when GodMade one well nigh divinity And one a ...
A January Day (Arthur Weir Poems)
King Winter sleeps. His daughter, Spring, His sceptre steals away,And, laughing, bids fair Nature bring For once a perfect day.Bright ...
To One Who Loves Red Roses (Arthur Weir Poems)
When our lives were in their springtime and our souls were in the bud, While the watchful world was silent, ...
Love Guide Us (Arthur Weir Poems)
Love guides our bark, and we have naught to fear. We are the world ourselves, and as we glideUpon the ...
In Absence (Arthur Weir Poems)
Sleep, dearest, sleep beside the murmuring sea;Sleep, dearest, sleep, and bright dreams compass thee.My sleepless thoughts a guard of love ...
The Wife (Arthur Weir Poems)
There stands a cottage by a river side, With rustic benches sloping eaves beneath, Amid a scene of mountain, stream ...
The Sea Shell (Arthur Weir Poems)
'Tis a dainty shell, 'tis a fragile shell At my feet that the wild waves threw,And I send it thee, ...
The Maiden (Arthur Weir Poems)
The melody of birds is in her voice. The lake is not more crystal than her eyes, In whose brown ...
Remembrance (Arthur Weir Poems)
Alone I pace the path we walked last year. Dost thou remember it? Then everywhere The wheat-fields shimmered in the ...
Carlotta (Arthur Weir Poems)
Poor, lone Carlotta, Mexico's mad Queen, Babbling of him, amid thy vacant halls, Whose ears have long been heedless of ...
The Mother (Arthur Weir Poems)
Beneath the eaves there is another chair, And a bruised lily lies upon the walk, With the bright drops still ...
A Mother’s Jewels (Arthur Weir Poems)
The daughter of a hundred earls, No jewels has with mine to mate,Though she may wear in flawless pearls The ...
The Blind Street Fiddler (Arthur Weir Poems)
He sits amid the ceaseless ebb and flowOf human life, in multitudes alone,And listens to their ceaseless monotone.His sightless eyes ...
A Child’s Kiss (Arthur Weir Poems)
Sweet is the maiden's kiss that tells The secret of her heart;Holy the wife's--yet in them dwells Of earthliness a ...