After Sixty Years (Edith Nesbit Poems)
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
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 ...
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 ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm Is on me, and I will not break the spell; My ...
Mary of Magdala came to bed;There were no soft curtains round her head;She had no mother to hold of worthThe ...
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip, Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets, ...
THIS is Christ's birthday: long ago He lay upon His Mother's knee, Who kissed and blessed Him soft ...
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer, Look on the sins that made thy life unclean, Behold ...
THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain Are over, not to come again, And from the menace of the ...
NEVER again:No child shall stir the inmost heart of herAnd teach her heaven by that first faint stir;No little lips ...
OUT in the sun the buttercups are gold,The daisies silver all the grassy lane,And spring has given love a flower ...
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creepTo chill the still bed where you lie asleep;No cry, no ...
What do the roses do, mother,Now that the summer's done?They lie in the bed that is hung with redAnd dream ...
WHEN in the west the red sun sank in glory,The cypress trees stood up like gold, fine gold;The mother told ...
(IRIS.)DADDY dear, I'm only fourAnd I'd rather not be more:Four's the nicest age to be--Two and two, or one and ...
1 It's all for nothing: I've lost im now. 2 I suppose it ad to be: 3 But oh I ...
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