A Contrast (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth,Up grew she to her gentle height,-Grew to the level of the lightThat shines by ...
Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth,Up grew she to her gentle height,-Grew to the level of the lightThat shines by ...
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
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 ...
In the beautiful forest is strayingAn innocent little white doe,And the creature is happily playingWith the sunlight that flickereth so;The ...
A butterfly was grieved one dayBecause he could do nought but play;He envied bees and birds and ants,And senseless stones ...
Children, when you sat wishing,Down last night on the sands,Beckoning moments of glory,With little helpless hands,I heard you saying and ...
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 ...
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 ...
He said there was on earth no fairer sightThan April shadows from the tall green flagsWe taunted him with overflows ...
When the ship is but a speckTo the landsman's feeble eye,Sailors, lying on the deck,Feel at home with sea and ...
Two children sat in the twilight,Murmuring soft and low;Said one, "I'll be a sailor-lad,With my boat ahoy! yo ho!For sailors ...
AGED THREE YEARS AND A HALFDeep in thy round blue eyesAsleep thy spirit lies,Or half-awake and wanton in its play,As ...
The mountain church of FrauenburgHath many a narrow bed,Where the oaken cross points upward,And peasants weep their dead;Stand we beside ...
We are building little homes on the sands,We are making little rooms very gay,We are busy with our hearts and ...
Across the moon the beech-tree weavesAn airy mystery of leaves,The lights which through that covert passGlisten like rain-drops on the ...
Her heart is light, her fancy free,Her morn of womanhood,Fresh as the wind that curls the sea,Is chainless and unwoo'd;The ...
Quoth the boy, "I'll climb that tree,And bring down a nest I know."Quoth the girl, "I will not seeLittle birds ...
Bird, are you singing to me,Perch'd on my own window-sill?Can you, in your little brain,Knowledge have and thought retain,That I ...
She placed the pitcher on her head,With idle steps the way she tookAcross the pleasant field that ledDown to the ...
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