Madge Linsey, Or The Three Souls (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
White feet half hid in violets, small hands in a burden fair, A burden of Spring's first blossoms she wove ...
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city? Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day. I said ...
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 ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
A Ballad of Good Intentions Four children played by an old oak tree, Big John and James and little Benjie, ...
I hear the thrush and blackbird sing, And blackbird sing. Their honied voices wake the sleeping spring, The slothful spring, ...
Lo! I am athirst, said the brown earth, "And I would drink my fill." "Have I not slaked thee," cried ...
Here, in the silent churchyard, 'mid a thousand dead, alone, Weary I sit for a moment clasping this cross of ...
He was the son of a hunting squire And heir to a fair estate, And she but an humble serving ...
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 ...
Blossomed too soon, little daisies of Spring! Leaving the sheltering arms of the earth, The white tears of Winter unshed ...
As I came down from the hill of Aileach, When spring sang in the air, I heard the silken voice ...
Why in my neighbour's garden Are the flowers more sweet than mine? I had never such bloom of roses, Such ...
Roses red for the fair young head to weave a crown, Let them be half blown, For a rose in ...
Well, love, so be it as you say, Just the hours of a summer's day, And no sighing for what ...
When Youth, led on by love and folly, strays, Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allotted hour That he should turn ...
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more! The night has passed and the dawn is here, The cuckoo ...
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