The Pimpernel (Celia Laighton Thaxter Poems)
SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still; ...
SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still; ...
Tell us a story of these Isles, they said, The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seenFor the ...
SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away Out of this glad, bright world she ...
At her low quaint wheel she sits to spin, Deftly drawing the long, light rollsOf carded wool through her ...
In that new world toward which our feet are set,Shall we find aught to make our hearts forgetEarth's homely joys ...
Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms, Drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and restUpon my shoulder, rest with ...
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