The Ballad Of The Little Black Hound (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
In the springtime once I wandered 'mid fair flowers of golden hue; Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in those fields ...
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 ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
The good Lord gave, the Lord has taken from me, Blessed be His name, His holy will be done The ...
Young Robin from the field in the deep shadow runs, Singing boy, pretty maid tossing the hay, he shuns, Light ...
How I hate the sparrows, the sparrows, the sparrows. In and out and round the house all the live-long day, ...
The starlings they have come to town, With polka dots on their robes of brown; They sit a crowd on ...
I left my home for travelling; Because I heard the strange birds sing In foreign skies, and felt their wing ...
He on his man-child laid a soothing hand, And hushed him into slumber, singing, "Sleep! For thee the world was ...
The little birds, they do not heed nor care. The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare, The sleety burden ...
This is the son of the white morning singing, Combing her silken hair's simmer of gold, All of her slenderness ...
As I came down from the hill of Aileach, When spring sang in the air, I heard the silken voice ...
Lift me up from this bed of sickness;I am going out to meet the summer.I will run into the arms ...
What will you give me, if I will wed? "A golden gown To come sweetly down, And deck you from ...
Well, love, so be it as you say, Just the hours of a summer's day, And no sighing for what ...
When the white rose and the red spill their leaves upon the way, Make a scented path to tread through ...
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more! The night has passed and the dawn is here, The cuckoo ...
This is my brave singer, With his beak of gold; Now my heart's a captive In his song's sweet hold. ...
I wish we could live as the flowers live, To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun; To ...
White rose must die all in the youth and beauty of the year, Though nightingale should sing the whole night ...
Here's a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There's a reaper on the roadway, And a lark ...
The wind has blown my heart away All on a summer holiday. If you can find it, pray you tell, ...
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