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 ...
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 ...
DEDICATIONQUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song The richest crown a poet ever wore, Since ...
_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899.THERE was a day,A horrible Autumn day,When from her home, the home she made for ...
ONE morning, my heart can remember, I sat dreaming there, In the ...
22nd January, 1901.THE Queen is dead. God save the King,In this his hour of grief,When sorrow gathers memories in a ...
The grass was gray with the moonlit dew,The stones were white as I came through;I came down the path by ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
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 ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not--if one could really see-- Mere flesh ...
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 ...
Mary of Magdala came to bed;There were no soft curtains round her head;She had no mother to hold of worthThe ...
WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it, Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white, Hung round ...
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPELLIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright, Through prison ...
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 ...
IWHILE baby Spring sticks daisies in her hair, Or Summer laughs with flushed triumphant face We ...
LOVE, through your varied views on Art Untiring have I followed you, Content to know I had your ...
HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear? There is no music now the world is ...
EYES caught by beauty, fancy by eyes caught; Sweet possibilities, question, and wonder-- What did her smile say? ...
AH, turn your pretty eyes away! You would not have me love again? Love's pleasure does not live ...
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