Our Father’s Business: (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, ...
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
IT is a moor Barren and treeless; lying high and bare Beneath the arch?d sky. The rushing winds Fly over ...
She loves with love that cannot tire: And if, ah, woe! she loves alone, Through passionate duty ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
An Old Man's Confession SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine, (Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that ...
I.THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: All toiling and moiling, ...
O LIVE! (Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,-- Each held by such slight links, so oft removed ...
LAY him beneath his snows, The great Norse giant who in these last days Troubled the nations. Gather decently The ...
AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we ...
AH me, how heavily the night comes down, Heavily, heavily: Fade the curved shores, the blue hills' serried throng, The ...
LEONORA, Leonora, How the word rolls--Leonora-- Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound, Marching o'er the metric ground With a tawny tread sublime-- ...
O COUSIN Robert, far away Among the lands of gold, How many years since we two met?-- You would not ...
IN the hush of April weather, With the bees in budding heather, And the white clouds floating, floating, and the ...
O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black Sweeps past my windows, Coming and going with invisible track As death ...
THEY lie, with upraised hands, and feet Stretched like dead feet that walk no more, And stony masks oft human ...
LITTLE white clouds, why are you flying Over the sky so blue and cold? Fair faint hopes, why are you ...
OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again, Marking the slow ...
REST--rest--four little letters, one short word, Enfolding an infinitude of bliss-- Rest is upon the earth. The heavy clouds Hang ...
WILLIE, fold your little hands; Let it drop, that "soldier" toy: Look where father's picture stands,-- Father, who here kissed ...
February 25th, 1851.YOU are to be married, Mary; This hour as I wakeful lie In the dreamy dawn of the ...
THE good ship lies in the crowded dock, Fair as a statue, firm as a rock: Her tall masts piercing ...
Emelie, that fayrer was to seeneThan is the lilye on hys stalke grene.....Uprose the sun and uprose Emelie.DOST thou thus ...
A Cynic's Song.SOME men strut proudly, all purple and gold, Hiding queer deeds 'neath a cloak of good fame; I ...
LABORARE est orare: We, black-visaged sons of toil, From the coal-mine and the anvil And the delving of the soil,-- ...
MY Christian name, my Christian name, I never hear it now: None have the right to utter it, 'T is ...
Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty!Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty:Love given willingly, full and ...
I.I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night But in my heart I sing that little song: The angels ...
A Statuette.I.MY white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes Beholding all this empty ghost-filled room, Thy clasped hands resting on the ...
Look at me with thy large brown eyes,Philip, my king!Round whom the enshadowing purple liesOf babyhood's royal dignities.Lay on my ...
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