The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
Above the head of great MethuselahThere lay two demons in the opened roofInvisible, and gathered up his words;For when the ...
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
HENRY,AGED EIGHT YEARS.Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,While ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
Mother.Well, Frances.Frances.Well, good mother, how are you?M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:I think 'tis mostly warm on ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
I took a year out of my life and story-- A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All ...
They tell strange things of the primeval earth,But things that be are never strange to thoseAmong them. And we know ...
I read upon that book,Which down the golden gulf doth let us lookOn the sweet days of pastoral majesty; I read ...
The yellow poplar-leaves came down And like a carpet lay,No waftings were in the sunny air To flutter them away;And he stepped ...
I walked beside a dark gray sea. And said, "O world, how cold thou art!Thou poor white world, I pity thee, For ...
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