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 ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
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 ...
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 ...
_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899.THERE was a day,A horrible Autumn day,When from her home, the home she made for ...
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star, War gleams down the long years' track; They strain at ...
THE spring is here, and the long nights grow Less bitterly cold than awhile ago; Our rags serve their purpose ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
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 ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
We do not clamour for vengeance,We do not whine for fear;We have cried in the outer darknessWhere was no man ...
SINCE Faith is a veil that has nothing behind it,And Hope wanders lost where no mortal can find it,Since Love ...
(Rosamund.)The fairies have been busy while you slept;They have been laughing where the sad rain wept,They have taught Beauty to ...
WHEN I am young again I'll hoard my bliss, Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after ...
THE lilies lean to the white, white rose, The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees, Soft kisses borne by ...
THE morning broke in a pearly haze, Then the east grew duskly red: 'Oh, my only day, oh, ...
(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 ...
DRAW close the curtains, and shut out The spring's green glow and glitter; The ...
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers, Dear as desire, are dearly bought: ...
WHEN I am busying about,Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,Hanging the week's wet washing outOr ironing the children's things,Sweeping and ...
AND you could leave me now--After the first remembered whispered vowWhich sings for ever and ever in my ears--The vow ...
THERE is a grey-walled garden, far away From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours ...
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