The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
It is upon the Sabbath-day, at rising of the sun,That to Glenmore's black forest-side a Shepherdess hath gone,From eagle and ...
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Methought that in a Burial-groundOne still, sad vernal day,Upon a little daisied moundI in a slumber lay;While faintly through my ...
How sweet and solemn, all alone,With reverend steps, from stone to stoneIn a small village churchyard lying,O'er intervening flowers to ...
Sylph-like, and with a graceful pride,I saw the wild Louisa glideAlong the dance's glittering row,With footsteps soft as falling snow.On ...
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;Long had I watched the glory ...
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