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 ...
ITHE white snow veils the earth's brown face, Strong frost has bound the veil in place-- Under the wide, clear, ...
THREE months had passed since she had knelt before The grate of the confessional, and he, --The priest--had ...
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 ...
COME forth! the world's aflame with flags and flowers, The shout of bells fills full the shattered air, ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
WHEN the star in the East was lit to shineThe three kings journeyed to Palestine;They came from the uttermost parts ...
_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899.THERE was a day,A horrible Autumn day,When from her home, the home she made for ...
THE poor ghost came through the wind and rain And passed down the old dear road again. Thin cowered the ...
I.IT is not Love, this beautiful unrest,This tremor of longing that invades my breast:For Love is in his grave this ...
I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes,And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him ...
THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not--if one could really see-- Mere flesh ...
(Rosamund.)The fairies have been busy while you slept;They have been laughing where the sad rain wept,They have taught Beauty to ...
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty, The fair new year its promise gave; Such dreams we had of ...
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip, Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets, ...
(Air: Carnaval de Venise)LET Housman sing of Severn shore, Of Thames let Arnold sing, But we will sing ...
EVOLVING, changing, onwards still we press-- We must advance, invent, construct, possess; No matter what a price we ...
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPELLIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright, Through prison ...
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers, Dear as desire, are dearly bought: ...
FOR A PICTURE BY E. BURNE JONES IHabes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the ...
HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear? There is no music now the world is ...
IWHILE baby Spring sticks daisies in her hair, Or Summer laughs with flushed triumphant face We ...
AH, turn your pretty eyes away! You would not have me love again? Love's pleasure does not live ...
SLEEP first, And let the storm and winter do their worst; Let all the garden lie ...
PIPE, shepherds, pipe, the summer's ripe; So wreathe your crooks with flowers; The world's in tune to Love ...
You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;You see the gnomes, at work beneath the ...
IF I might build a palace, fairWith every joy of soul and sense,And set my heart as sentry thereTo guard ...
What was the spell she wove for me?Life was a common useful thing,An eligible building siteTo hold a house to ...
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