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 ...
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 ...
COME forth! the world's aflame with flags and flowers, The shout of bells fills full the shattered air, ...
TO THE QUEENLADY and Queen, for whom our laurels twine, Upon whose head the glories of our land ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star, War gleams down the long years' track; They strain at ...
If Jesus came to London,Came to London to-day,He would not go to the West End,He would come down our way;He'd ...
22nd January, 1901.THE Queen is dead. God save the King,In this his hour of grief,When sorrow gathers memories in a ...
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 ...
I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes,And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him ...
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 ...
KNOWING our needs, hardly knowing our powers, Hear how we cry to you, brothers of ours!-- Brothers in nature, pulse, ...
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 ...
NOW that I've nearly done my days,And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,I sit and think, till I'm amaze,About ...
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPELLIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright, Through prison ...
I HAVEN'T always acted good:I've taken things not meant for me;Not other people's drink and food,But things they never seemed ...
I HAD a star to sing by, a beautiful star that led,But when I sang of its splendour the world ...
DEAR, do you sigh that your love may not stay with you, Laugh with and play ...
You needn't pray for me, old lady, I don't want no one's prayer,I'm fit and jolly as ever I was--you ...
THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain Are over, not to come again, And from the menace of the ...
You need not call at the Inn;I have ordered my bed:Fair linen sheets thereinAnd a tester of lead.No musty fusty ...
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