Chillingham (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
As Christ the Lord was passing by, He came, one night, to a cottage door. He came, a poor man, to the ...
I sat before my glass one day,And conjured up a vision bare,Unlike the aspects glad and gay,That erst were found ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
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