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 ...
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 ...
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star, War gleams down the long years' track; They strain at ...
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 ...
THE poor ghost came through the wind and rain And passed down the old dear road again. Thin cowered the ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland Where foot of man has never trodden yet The enchanted portals ...
THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not--if one could really see-- Mere flesh ...
SINCE Faith is a veil that has nothing behind it,And Hope wanders lost where no mortal can find it,Since Love ...
This was my little sonWho leapt and laughed on my knee:Body we made with love,Soul made with love by Thee.This ...
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 ...
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip, Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets, ...
EVOLVING, changing, onwards still we press-- We must advance, invent, construct, possess; No matter what a price we ...
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer, Look on the sins that made thy life unclean, Behold ...
They talk about gardens of roses,And moonlight over the sea,And mountains and snowAnd sunsetty glow,But I know what is best ...
I HAD a star to sing by, a beautiful star that led,But when I sang of its splendour the world ...
WHEN all the weary flowers, Worn out with sunlit hours, Droop o'er the garden beds ...
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
THE little moon is dead, Drowned in the flood of rain That drips from roof of byre and ...
Last night when I kissed you,My soul caught alight;And oh! how I missed youThe rest of the night -Till Love ...
THE world's a path all fresh and sweet, A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your ...
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