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 ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
THREE months had passed since she had knelt before The grate of the confessional, and he, --The priest--had ...
THE monastery towers, as pure and fairAs virgin vows, reached up white hands to Heaven;The walls, to guard the hidden ...
A LEGENDIN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams, Where bulrushes ...
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.IN the childhood of April, while purple woods ...
DEDICATIONQUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song The richest crown a poet ever wore, Since ...
The grass was gray with the moonlit dew,The stones were white as I came through;I came down the path by ...
THE spring is here, and the long nights grow Less bitterly cold than awhile ago; Our rags serve their purpose ...
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm Is on me, and I will not break the spell; My ...
I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes,And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him ...
Mary of Magdala came to bed;There were no soft curtains round her head;She had no mother to hold of worthThe ...
THE morning broke in a pearly haze, Then the east grew duskly red: 'Oh, my only day, oh, ...
FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls Its leaden clouds between our parted souls! How little to each other now are ...
THIS is a place where men laid their dead, Each with his life-tale of good or ill; Here ...
THIS is Christ's birthday: long ago He lay upon His Mother's knee, Who kissed and blessed Him soft ...
GIVE me thy dreams, she said, and I With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery ...
WHEN in my narrow cell I lie, The long day's penance done at last, I see the ghosts ...
WE climb the hill; the mist conceals That valley where we could not stay; Surely this hill's crest, ...
TWO strangers, from opposing poles,Meet in the torrid zone of Love:And their desire seems set aboveThe limitation of their souls.This ...
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creepTo chill the still bed where you lie asleep;No cry, no ...
OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty,Bought, quite a bargain, in the City,Your ill-trained soul full false has played me--No ...
The wind is crying in the night,Like a lost child;The waves break wonderful and whiteAnd wild.The drenched sea-poppies swoon alongThe ...
1 It's all for nothing: I've lost im now. 2 I suppose it ad to be: 3 But oh I ...
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