The Moat House (Edith Nesbit Poems)
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
THREE months had passed since she had knelt before The grate of the confessional, and he, --The priest--had ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm Is on me, and I will not break the spell; My ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland Where foot of man has never trodden yet The enchanted portals ...
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty, The fair new year its promise gave; Such dreams we had of ...
O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow ...
EYES caught by beauty, fancy by eyes caught; Sweet possibilities, question, and wonder-- What did her smile say? ...
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer, Look on the sins that made thy life unclean, Behold ...
A YEAR ago we walked the wood-- A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her ...
I HAD a star to sing by, a beautiful star that led,But when I sang of its splendour the world ...
GIVE me thy dreams, she said, and I With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery ...
Now Death is near, and very near,In this wild whirl of horror and fear,When round the vessel of our StateRoll ...
THE wild wind wails in the poplar tree, I sit here alone. ...
Last year the fields were all glad and gayWith silver daisies and silver may;There were kingcups gold by the river's ...
LEAN down and see your little face Reflected in the forest pool, Tall foxgloves grow about the place, ...
DELIA, my dear, delightful Lady, Time flies in town, you say, New gowns shine fresh as ...
Under the shadow of a hawthorn brake,Where bluebells draw the sky down to the wood,Where, 'mid brown leaves, the primroses ...
OH God! if I do my dutyAnd walk in the thorny way,Will you pay me with heavens of beauty,Millions of ...
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