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 ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
A LEGEND OF GLENDALOUGH It was the bride of Colman Dhu In Glendalough sat down, She hushed the babe upon ...
In the springtime once I wandered 'mid fair flowers of golden hue; Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in those fields ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
Where have you been, my pale, pale son, all night in the winter storm? (Hark! the joy bells chime in ...
God made the man and bid him multiply, Replenish the green earth, nor break the die Made by His hand; ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
A Ballad Father John in the green lane went And he drew his robe full tight, "I would," quoth he, ...
There are six sorrows in my heart- Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little Roy; Six ...
The Virgin speaks Draw back the starry curtains of the night, O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains ...
A Ballad of Good Intentions Four children played by an old oak tree, Big John and James and little Benjie, ...
Lo! I am athirst, said the brown earth, "And I would drink my fill." "Have I not slaked thee," cried ...
Young Robin from the field in the deep shadow runs, Singing boy, pretty maid tossing the hay, he shuns, Light ...
Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding skies, This wandering voice that ever cries In its ...
Mountains and vales, how ye quake 'neath His tread- Wake from your slumbers, He calls, O ye dead! Tremble, great ...
The oak is a brave tree that groweth in the wood- The oak, and the pine, and the aspen tree- ...
The starlings they have come to town, With polka dots on their robes of brown; They sit a crowd on ...
My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead ashes ...
I am the song, that rests upon the cloud; I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the ...
The earth-bound giant now is free, is free; The last fight over, and the last moan still; No ...
Ach Gott! wem gehort dieses Haus?-Tyrolese house motto. I built a house, four perfect walls and strong, To hold the ...
He was the son of a hunting squire And heir to a fair estate, And she but an humble serving ...
In southern seas we sailed, my love and I, In southern seas. Death joined no chorus as the waves swept ...
Bring to her spring flowers, Cowslip and celandine, And bid her hear the blackbird's song. Let pass the sunny hours ...
Here a gentle poet lies, Hurt to death by stinging flies. Hush thy laughter, whisper low. He hath more joy ...
Thou shalt feel no more the wind on thy wing, Nor float on the breath of the breeze; Thou shalt ...
WHAT is balm for a soul distressed, O! sailor tell to me?"A good ship in a fighting wind glad of ...
Blossomed too soon, little daisies of Spring! Leaving the sheltering arms of the earth, The white tears of Winter unshed ...
The wise thrush, the wise thrush, she choseth well her tree, Made her nest in the laurel's leafy shade. But ...
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