Old Donald (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
"'I loosened the bonds which bindThe Pestilence, my slave;I sent him forth as the wind,I bade him stand in the ...
All night she wept the hours away,With burning cheek and throbbing head,Crying, "Alas!" and "Well-a-day!""Woe is me, for my sons ...
Word was brought where Cortes layOn the shores of Coronzel,That, pent from the blessed light of dayAnd the free breath ...
Fairies can hide anywhere,Up and down, and in and out,'Neath the cushion of a chair,In a teapot's empty spout;They can ...
"Ah, Fanuel, my noble horse, and art thou, art thou slain?Wilt thou never bear me to the chase or the ...
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
When midnight flung o'er earth and seaHer solemn veil of gloom,All fearless and alone was she,The Lady Grizzel Hume,-Lighted beneath ...
A FACTUp where the world grows cold,Under the sharp North star,The wrinkled ice is very old,And the life of man ...
O, were you at war in the red Eastern land?What did you hear, and what did you see?Saw you my ...
The fairies have lost a fairy,They don't know what to do;The rumours about her vary,And all of them can't be ...
O'er the soft green meadow-landsLittle Nelly trips along,With a basket in her handsAnd upon her lips a song,-Singing, "Buy my ...
When the ship is but a speckTo the landsman's feeble eye,Sailors, lying on the deck,Feel at home with sea and ...
The wind bloweth wildly; she stands on the shore;She shudders to hear it, and will evermore.The rush of the waves, ...
I met a woman, weeping by the sea,Not patiently, as women sit and weep,But running, white with passion, wild with ...
Two that wrecked each other's hope,Parting coldly in their prime,Met upon the downward slope,Taught by tears, and calmed by time,Under ...
We are building little homes on the sands,We are making little rooms very gay,We are busy with our hearts and ...
The child upon the mountain-sidePlays fearless and at ease,While the hush of purple eveningSpreads over earth and seas;The valley lies ...
He lies on the grass, looking up to the sky;Blue butterflies pass like a breath or a sigh,The shy little ...
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