The Manuscript of Saint Alexius (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
If I should die this night, (as well might be, So pain has on my weakness ...
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by, The river flashed along its open way, Blithe swallows flitted ...
I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet; Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,The ...
'Tis men who say that through all hurt and pain The woman's love, wife's, mother's, still will hold, And breathes ...
The brook leaps riotous with its life just found, That freshets from the mountain rains have fed, Beats at the ...
Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill ...
She has made me wayside posies: here they stand, Bringing fresh memories of where they grew. As new-come travellers from ...
Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, Dash the black clouds against the sky, Hiss through ...
'Tis hard that the full summer of our round Is but the turn where winter's sign-post's writ; That to have ...
DEAREST, this one day we own, Stolen from the crowd and press, Let it be sweet silence's.We two, ...
SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow,And then 'tis past.'Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow;Blue skies succeed skies overcast:Why ...
WHITE rose sighed in the morn, Red rose laughed in the noon, And "Sweetest sweetness is ended soon,"And ...
The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,The very oak grows shivering and sere,The trees are barren when the ...
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