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 ...
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.IN the childhood of April, while purple woods ...
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 ...
_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899.THERE was a day,A horrible Autumn day,When from her home, the home she made for ...
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star, War gleams down the long years' track; They strain at ...
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 ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
(Rosamund.)The fairies have been busy while you slept;They have been laughing where the sad rain wept,They have taught Beauty to ...
This was my little sonWho leapt and laughed on my knee:Body we made with love,Soul made with love by Thee.This ...
THE lilies lean to the white, white rose, The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees, Soft kisses borne by ...
(Air: Carnaval de Venise)LET Housman sing of Severn shore, Of Thames let Arnold sing, But we will sing ...
O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow ...
FOR A PICTURE BY E. BURNE JONES IHabes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the ...
HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear? There is no music now the world is ...
YOU will not come again Along the deep-banked lane To where the field and fold so ...
I DO not catch these subtle shades of feeling, Your fine distinctions are too fine for me; This ...
AH, turn your pretty eyes away! You would not have me love again? Love's pleasure does not live ...
THIS is Christ's birthday: long ago He lay upon His Mother's knee, Who kissed and blessed Him soft ...
THE lilies in my garden grow, Wide meadows ring my garden round, In that green copse wild violets ...
A YEAR ago we walked the wood-- A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her ...
They talk about gardens of roses,And moonlight over the sea,And mountains and snowAnd sunsetty glow,But I know what is best ...
I HAD a star to sing by, a beautiful star that led,But when I sang of its splendour the world ...
NOW veiled in the inviolable past Love lies asleep, who never more will wake; Nor would ...
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