October’s Bright Blue Weather (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat, A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow Bathes all the fields of ...
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A ...
1 They bade me cast the thing away, 2 They pointed to my hands all bleeding, 3 They listened not ...
What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained. ...
1 When night falls on the earth, the sea 2 From east to west lies twinkling bright 3 With shining ...
"O bees, sweet bees!" I said, "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain ...
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red ...
O proudly name their names who bravely sail To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas! Bring money and ...
These things wondering I saw beneath the sun: That never yet the race was to the swift, The fight unto ...
The silken threads by viewless spinners spun, Which float so idly on the summer air, And help to make each ...
With what a childish and short-sighted sense Fear seeks for safety; recons up the days Of danger and escape, the ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and ...
I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,-- Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,-- And cried: ...
O Month when they who love must love and wed! Were one to go to worlds where May is naught, ...
This is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts. Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster ...
The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think ...
Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From beds where ...
O month whose promise and fulfilment blend, And burst in one! it seems the earth can store In all her ...
Month which the warring ancients strangely styled The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways Were any month of ...
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save ...
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which ...
Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ...
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed: Far fairer than when ...
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