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 ...
She loves with love that cannot tire: And if, ah, woe! she loves alone, Through passionate duty ...
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 ...
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 ...
METHOUGHT I saw thee yesternight Sit by me in the olden guise, The white robes and the pain foregone, Weaving ...
Emelie, that fayrer was to seeneThan is the lilye on hys stalke grene.....Uprose the sun and uprose Emelie.DOST thou thus ...
I.UNTIL her death!" the words read strange yet real, Like things afar off suddenly brought near:-- Will it be slow ...
BARE and sunshiny, bright and bleak, Rounded cold as a dead maid's cheek, Folded white as a sinner's shroud, Or ...
You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue Out of your true and kindly ...
After War-time.O LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam finger touching This poor damp brow, or flying freshly by On wings of ...
C. N.--Died April, 1857.What spirit is it that doth pervade The silence of this empty room? And as I lift ...
WHEN green leaves come again, my love, When green leaves come again,-- Why put on such a cloudy face, When ...
GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain, Ghosts of dead heroes dying nobler far, In the long patience of ...
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