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 ...
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star, War gleams down the long years' track; They strain at ...
I.IT is not Love, this beautiful unrest,This tremor of longing that invades my breast:For Love is in his grave this ...
Mary of Magdala came to bed;There were no soft curtains round her head;She had no mother to hold of worthThe ...
O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow ...
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers, Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss, And after winter's ...
WHEN in my narrow cell I lie, The long day's penance done at last, I see the ghosts ...
OVER the meadow and down the laneTo the gate by the twisted thorn:Your feet should know each turn of the ...
Did you deceive me? Did I trustA heart of fire to a heart of dust?What matter? Since once the world ...
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