Anne (Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems)
Her eyes be like the violets,Ablow in Sudbury lane;When she doth smile, her face is sweetAs blossoms after rain;With grief ...
Her eyes be like the violets,Ablow in Sudbury lane;When she doth smile, her face is sweetAs blossoms after rain;With grief ...
Wild rockets blew along the lane;The tall white gentians too were there;The mullein stalks were brave again;Of blossoms was the ...
A serviceable thingIs fennel, mint, or balm,Kept in the thrifty calmOf hollows, in the spring;Or by old houses pent.Dear is ...
Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town,And bid your yards be gayUp all your gusty streets and down,For Lydia comes ...
Lydia is gone this many a year,Yet when the lilacs stir,In the old gardens far or near,The house is full ...
Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,And once a thrush from out some ...
It is too early for white boughs, too lateFor snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fallA few last ...
An English lad, who, reading in a book,A ponderous, leathern thing set on his knee,Saw the broad violet of the ...
I am too near, too clear a thing for you,A flower of mullein in a crack of wall,The villagers half ...
The little Jesus came to town;The wind blew up, the wind blew down;Out in the street the wind was bold;Now ...
Along the pastoral ways I go,To get the healing of the trees,The ghostly news the hedges know;To hive me honey ...
There's never a rose upon the bush,And never a bud on any tree;In wood and field nor hint nor signOf ...
A long the thousand roads of France,Now there, and here, swift as a glance,A cloud, a mist blown down the ...
I set a candle at my pane,Yellowy in the drip of rain;My love came in and looked at me;I hid ...
Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone,The box dripped in the air;Its odor through my house was blownInto the chamber ...
An apple orchard smells like wine;A succory flower is blue;Until Grief touched these eyes of mine,Such things I never knew.And ...
Oh, the littles that remain!Scent of mint out in the lane;Flare of window; sound of bees; -These, but these.Three times ...
Glad that I live am I;That the sky is blue;Glad for the country lanes,And the fall of dew.After the sun ...
Battles nor songs can from oblivion save,But Fame upon a white deed loves to build:From out that cup of water ...
Keep back the one word more,Nor give of your whole store;For, it may be, in Art's sole hour of need,Lacking ...
A rhyme of good Death's inn! My love came to that door; And she had need of many things, The ...
When I consider Life and its few years -- A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call ...
Such special sweetness was about That day God sent you here, I knew the lavender was out, And it was ...
Love came back at fall o' dew, Playing his old part; But I had a word or two That would ...
Oh, gray and tender is the rain, That drips, drips on the pane! A hundred things come in the door, ...
The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky, In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind, That whips it all before, ...
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