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 ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
Returned from the Dead-Letter OfficeTHANK you for your kindness, Lady fair and wise, Though love's famed for blindness, Lovers--hem! for ...
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 ...
THEY lie, with upraised hands, and feet Stretched like dead feet that walk no more, And stony masks oft human ...
OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again, Marking the slow ...
IT dressed itself in green leaves all the summer long, Was full of chattering starlings, loud with throstles' song. Children ...
SMALL wren, mute pecking at the last red plum Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs Fruit-emptied, over thy forsaken ...
WILLIE, fold your little hands; Let it drop, that "soldier" toy: Look where father's picture stands,-- Father, who here kissed ...
THE good ship lies in the crowded dock, Fair as a statue, firm as a rock: Her tall masts piercing ...
WE clutch our joys as children do their flowers; We look at them, but scarce believe them ours, Till our ...
I.UNTIL her death!" the words read strange yet real, Like things afar off suddenly brought near:-- Will it be slow ...
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 ...
GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain, Ghosts of dead heroes dying nobler far, In the long patience of ...
REGARD me well: I am thy love, thy love; Thy blessing, thy delight, thy hope, thy peace: Thy joy above ...
FROM the near city comes the clang of bells: Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine In one faint misty harmony, ...
TWO hands upon the breast, And labor's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest-- The race is won; Two eyes ...
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