Benedetta Minelli (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
YOU said, last night, you did not think In all the world of men Was one true lover--true alike In ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
I.THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: All toiling and moiling, ...
AH me, how heavily the night comes down, Heavily, heavily: Fade the curved shores, the blue hills' serried throng, The ...
O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black Sweeps past my windows, Coming and going with invisible track As death ...
IN the hush of April weather, With the bees in budding heather, And the white clouds floating, floating, and the ...
THEY lie, with upraised hands, and feet Stretched like dead feet that walk no more, And stony masks oft human ...
IT dressed itself in green leaves all the summer long, Was full of chattering starlings, loud with throstles' song. Children ...
SO heavenly beautiful it lay, It was less like a human corse Than that fair shape in which perforce A ...
SURELY, dame Nature made you in some dream Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair, Or ...
IN the June twilight, in the soft gray twilight, The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve, As my love ...
THE good ship lies in the crowded dock, Fair as a statue, firm as a rock: Her tall masts piercing ...
You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue Out of your true and kindly ...
A Statuette.I.MY white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes Beholding all this empty ghost-filled room, Thy clasped hands resting on the ...
O THE long northern twilight between the day and the night, When the heat and the weariness of the world ...
TAKE it, reader, idly passing, This, like other idle lines; Take it, critic, great at classing Subtle genius and its ...
C. N.--Died April, 1857.What spirit is it that doth pervade The silence of this empty room? And as I lift ...
O STRANGE soft gleam, o ghostly dawn That never brightens unto day; Ere earth's mirk pale once more be drawn ...
LACK-LUSTRE eye, and idle wing, And smirch?d breast that skims no more, White as the foam itself, the wave-- Hast ...
STREAM of my life, dull, placid river, flow! I have no fear of the ingulfing seas: Neither I look before ...
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