The Me Within Thee Blind! (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
In the springtime once I wandered 'mid fair flowers of golden hue; Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in those fields ...
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along, He had no eye the veiling eve ...
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune, And lover's lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting ...
Where have you been, my pale, pale son, all night in the winter storm? (Hark! the joy bells chime in ...
Up the steep stair they clatter to each room, In whispered merriment they pierce the gloom Of Time's sweet mercy, ...
On the lone height of some untrodden hill The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek ...
See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard; With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze, On his bowed head ...
TA'N SIONAC AR SRAIDIB AG FAIRE GO CAOCRAC Loud shout the flaming tongues of war. The cannon's thunder rolls afar ...
To clasp his spirit undefiled, my spirit leaped beneath my hand, He said no sad reproach to me, but only, ...
This Consul Casement-he who heard the cry Of stricken people-and who in his fight To lift the torture load from ...
Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, ...
I saw children playing, dancing in a ring, Till a voice came calling, calling one away; With sad backward glances ...
The little birds, they do not heed nor care. The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare, The sleety burden ...
As I came down from the hill of Aileach, When spring sang in the air, I heard the silken voice ...
Who is he, dying so hard? Hard is it to die- Die in the warmth of June, Bird and bee ...
Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair- Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy ...
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more! The night has passed and the dawn is here, The cuckoo ...
Laughter and song for my cheer, Life is so fair. None so happy as I Anywhere; Birds in the woods ...
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