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 ...
White feet half hid in violets, small hands in a burden fair, A burden of Spring's first blossoms she wove ...
Where have you been, my pale, pale son, all night in the winter storm? (Hark! the joy bells chime in ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was drear; And round the strong walls ...
Sweet Content, at the rich man's gate, Called, "Wilt thou let me in?" "No! thou art poor and thou art ...
Sing a song for Evaleen, only two years old, Running laughing on life's path in her wilful way; Christ-Child, Whom ...
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 ...
Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so ...
Blossomed too soon, little daisies of Spring! Leaving the sheltering arms of the earth, The white tears of Winter unshed ...
The little birds, they do not heed nor care. The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare, The sleety burden ...
I want to talk to thee of many thingsOr sit in silence when the robin singsHis littl' song, when comes ...
So for the luxury of the flesh, wrap it in fur of fox that it be warm, In the bear's ...
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more! The night has passed and the dawn is here, The cuckoo ...
For that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my board At Christmas-time. With all the ...
This is my brave singer, With his beak of gold; Now my heart's a captive In his song's sweet hold. ...
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