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 ...
TO THE QUEENLADY and Queen, for whom our laurels twine, Upon whose head the glories of our land ...
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star, War gleams down the long years' track; They strain at ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
I.IT is not Love, this beautiful unrest,This tremor of longing that invades my breast:For Love is in his grave this ...
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 ...
HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear? There is no music now the world is ...
THIS is a place where men laid their dead, Each with his life-tale of good or ill; Here ...
It is the skylark come. For shame!Robert-a-Cockney is thy name:Robert-a-Field would surely knowThat skylarks, bless them, never go!* * *Love ...
THIS is the day of our glory; this is our day to weep. Under her dusty laurels England stirs in ...
SWEET, I have loved before. I knowThis longing that invades my days;This shape that haunts life's busy waysI know since ...
What will you give me for this heart of mine,No heart of gold, and yet my dearest treasure?It has its ...
THE summer down the garden walksSwept in her garments bright;She touched the pale still lily stalksAnd crowned them with delight;She ...
Now that the sunlight dies in my eyes,And the moonlight grows in my hair,I who was never very wise,Never was ...
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