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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
SINCE Faith is a veil that has nothing behind it,And Hope wanders lost where no mortal can find it,Since Love ...
THIS wind, that through the silent woodland blows, O'er rippling corn and dreaming pastures goes Straight to the ...
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,Wild white Winter rode out this way;With his sword of ice and his ...
WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it, Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white, Hung round ...
O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow ...
DRAW close the curtains, and shut out The spring's green glow and glitter; The ...
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 ...
IWHILE baby Spring sticks daisies in her hair, Or Summer laughs with flushed triumphant face We ...
JUST a whisper, half-heard, But our heart knows the word; Caresses that seem Like love's lips in a dream; ...
A YEAR ago we walked the wood-- A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her ...
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
HERE'S the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth's green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to ...
A wallGray and tall,And a sky of gray,And a twilight cold;And that is allThat my eyes behold.But I know that ...
(Who asked a Song in Spring)WHY do you bid your poet sing, Who has no mind to song-- ...
OUT in the sun the buttercups are gold,The daisies silver all the grassy lane,And spring has given love a flower ...
THE young Spring air was strong like wine, The sky reflected in your eyes Was of a blue ...
THE Sun tells to Trafalgar Square His old and radiant story, And touches in the young spring air ...
Last year the fields were all glad and gayWith silver daisies and silver may;There were kingcups gold by the river's ...
LIKE the sway of the silver birch in the breeze of dawn Is her dainty way; ...
A MONTH of green and tender May, All woods and walks awake with flowers, Wide sunlit meadows for ...
Under the shadow of a hawthorn brake,Where bluebells draw the sky down to the wood,Where, 'mid brown leaves, the primroses ...
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