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 ...
ITHE white snow veils the earth's brown face, Strong frost has bound the veil in place-- Under the wide, clear, ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899.THERE was a day,A horrible Autumn day,When from her home, the home she made for ...
SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady Upon his marriage morn, Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are, ...
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 ...
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 ...
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm Is on me, and I will not break the spell; My ...
THERE is a grey-walled garden, far away From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours ...
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers, Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss, And after winter's ...
THE lilies in my garden grow, Wide meadows ring my garden round, In that green copse wild violets ...
NOW veiled in the inviolable past Love lies asleep, who never more will wake; Nor would ...
SLEEP first, And let the storm and winter do their worst; Let all the garden lie ...
COULD I hope that when the brain, Tired of questions answerless, Shall slip off the bonds of pain ...
You need not call at the Inn;I have ordered my bed:Fair linen sheets thereinAnd a tester of lead.No musty fusty ...
NEVER again:No child shall stir the inmost heart of herAnd teach her heaven by that first faint stir;No little lips ...
THIS is the day of our glory; this is our day to weep. Under her dusty laurels England stirs in ...
Last night when I kissed you,My soul caught alight;And oh! how I missed youThe rest of the night -Till Love ...
MAKE strong your door with bolt and bar, Make every window fast; Strong brass and iron as they ...
IThere was never winter, summer only: roses,Pink and white and red,Shining down the warm rich garden closes;Quiet trees and lawns ...
LAID close to Death, these many thousand years,In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled;So well she hid, Death ...
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creepTo chill the still bed where you lie asleep;No cry, no ...
WAKE, do you wake in the dark in the strange far place,Window and door not set like the ones we ...
NIGHT, ambushed in the darkling wood, Waited to seize the sleeping field, His sentinels the pine trees stood ...
THE child was yours and none of mine,And yet you gave it me to keep,And bade me sew it raiment ...
This was our house. To this we cameLighted by love with torch aflame,And in this chamber, door locked fast,I held ...
BROWN leaves forget the green of May, The earth forgets the kiss of Spring; And down our happy ...
If I could make a pillow for your head,Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought;If I could lay a carpet ...
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