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 ...
WRITTEN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH, JANUARY 25, 1859.A HUNDRED years ago, when George was King, The second monarch ...
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 ...
BEHOLD, O Lord! these unhewn stones Piled rudely for thy mighty towers, And I, condemned to work alone, Possessor of ...
THE sultry sun Burn'd hotter in December than the skies Of our far land in June; within a bower, Where ...
'TIS dark, and I fancy A ring at the bell,-- My heart leapeth up With a throb and a swell; ...
I SAT once more within a tangl'd wood, Beside a quiet river, on whose breast A world of trees look'd ...
GOOD bye, Old Year! And with thee take Thanks for the gifts to every land Thou broughtest in thy bounteous ...
WE read in our childhood of rings which were wrought By magical fires in the heart of the hills; Which ...
QUIETLY sleeping on its little couch The cherish'd infant lay; its curly hair Twin'd lovingly about the tranquil brow, And ...
LITTLE yellow darling, Delicate and pale, Can thy gentle loveliness Brook such a wintry gale, That nestled by this rushing ...
HEAVILY hang the purple grapes By fair Lake Garda's waveless side; Above, in slow ethereal march, Battalion'd clouds in order ...
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
WHO is the Poet? He who sings Of high, abstruse, and hidden things,-- Or rather he who with a liberal ...
IN ancient Rome a temple stands, Around whose aged feet The tide flows up from many lands, And eddies through ...
I WAS a child when first I read your books, And lov'd you dearly, so far as I could see ...
WHEN sitting softly, hand in hand, Twilight unbars the gates of speech, And whispered words sink deeplier down Than daylight ...
IS there anything-- Nightingales that sing-- Violets in the spring-- As at first? Sun and moon arise, But our accustomed ...
AT Reigate, underneath the trees, The autumn ferns were crisped with brown; And, fluttering on a fitful breeze, The autumn-leaves ...
PAINTED on a little cloud, Opposite the sunset sky, Far above the high-pil'd crowd Sailing slowly softly by, I saw ...
WE pray for earth and earthly things, Surely such prayer is nought, A bended knee, a lifted voice Unmixed with ...
OH! thoughts of Genius, cloth'd in hues divine, And sanctifying this time-honour'd spot,-- Oh! sacrifices on the holy shrine Of ...
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