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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm Is on me, and I will not break the spell; My ...
THE poor ghost came through the wind and rain And passed down the old dear road again. Thin cowered the ...
This was my little sonWho leapt and laughed on my knee:Body we made with love,Soul made with love by Thee.This ...
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers, Dear as desire, are dearly bought: ...
MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmedWith letters. Once, each stood for all things dearTo foolish lovers, dead ...
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer, Look on the sins that made thy life unclean, Behold ...
NOW veiled in the inviolable past Love lies asleep, who never more will wake; Nor would ...
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 ...
THIS is the day of our glory; this is our day to weep. Under her dusty laurels England stirs in ...
Last year the fields were all glad and gayWith silver daisies and silver may;There were kingcups gold by the river's ...
Under the shadow of a hawthorn brake,Where bluebells draw the sky down to the wood,Where, 'mid brown leaves, the primroses ...
THE flood of utter change is loosed. A space Is ours yet, for its coming to prepare. ...
AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weeping,Sleeps with his tear-stained ...
THE summer roses all are gone-- Dead, laid in shroud of rain-wet mould; And passion's lightning time is ...
Once I made for you songs,Rondels, triolets, sonnets;Verse that my love deemed due,Verse that your love found fair.Now the wide ...
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