The World Of Art (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
THOU that wouldst enter here, Hold thy breath inward with an holy fear; Put off thy shoes, thou in this ...
THOU that wouldst enter here, Hold thy breath inward with an holy fear; Put off thy shoes, thou in this ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
PEACE on the hush'd earth fell at eventide, As dew from heaven upon the thirsty grass; No sound unmusical broke ...
AMONG the crowd, one, with a gayer face Than most, came swaggering; the Sabine Bard, The Roman Priest of Song, ...
CHRISTMAS comes, Christmas comes, Blessing wheresoe'er he roams, And he calls the little children Cluster'd in a thousand homes. Stand ...
WHAT art thou, and what hidest thou, Thou veil of fair material sense, So thin, of baffling permanence? What art ...
GOOD bye, Old Year! And with thee take Thanks for the gifts to every land Thou broughtest in thy bounteous ...
OH cruel England! standing coldly by, While groans of human creatures rend the sky. The mother's darling and the sister's ...
HEAVILY hang the purple grapes By fair Lake Garda's waveless side; Above, in slow ethereal march, Battalion'd clouds in order ...
WHO is the Poet? He who sings Of high, abstruse, and hidden things,-- Or rather he who with a liberal ...
I WAS a child when first I read your books, And lov'd you dearly, so far as I could see ...
OUT from the house I went when early dawn As yet had hardly ting'd the peaks with gold, And cottage-smoke ...
SPIK'D reed and golden Iris bending over Low-running streams, and that small pleading flower We none of us forget, with ...
OF temples built by mortal hands, Give honour to the Lateran first; 'Twas here the hope of many lands-- The ...
DEEP heart and earnest eyes Seeking for rest, Finding a weight that lies Cold on thy breast, Musing on nearest ...
OH! thoughts of Genius, cloth'd in hues divine, And sanctifying this time-honour'd spot,-- Oh! sacrifices on the holy shrine Of ...
TIME, rushing past me with the noise of wings, Woke up my sleeping spirit, and I wept At his receding ...
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