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 ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
DEDICATIONQUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song The richest crown a poet ever wore, Since ...
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 ...
THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not--if one could really see-- Mere flesh ...
THIS wind, that through the silent woodland blows, O'er rippling corn and dreaming pastures goes Straight to the ...
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 ...
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty, The fair new year its promise gave; Such dreams we had of ...
(Air: Carnaval de Venise)LET Housman sing of Severn shore, Of Thames let Arnold sing, But we will sing ...
FOR A PICTURE BY E. BURNE JONES IHabes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the ...
IF we must part, this parting is the best:How would you bear to layYour head on some warm pillow far ...
LOVE, through your varied views on Art Untiring have I followed you, Content to know I had your ...
ARE you going for a soldier with your curly yellow hair, And a scarlet coat instead of the smock you ...
AMONG the shallows where the sandIs golden and the waves are small,I love to lie, and to my handHow many ...
COME home, come home, for your eyes are soreWith the glare of the noonday sun,And nothing looks as it did ...
HERE is the dim enchanted woodYour face, a mystery divine,But half revealed, half understood,Appears the counterpart of mine.Beyond the wood ...
O LOVE, let us part now! Ours is the tremulous, low-spoken vow, Ours is the spell of meeting hands and ...
The enchanted hour,The magic bower,Where, crowned with roses,Love love discloses."Kiss me, my lover;Doubting is over,Over is waiting;Love lights our mating!""But ...
THE sunshine of your presence liesOn the glad garden of my heartAnd bids the leaves of silence partTo show the ...
Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me? I could pardon much, believe me: Dower ...
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