Her Going (Eleanor Agnes Lee Poems)
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* ...
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* ...
Ye, that the untrod paths have braved, With heart and brain unbound; Who ask not that your souls be ...
By the margent of the seaI would build myself a home.Not by the margent of the sea,But on the hilltop ...
O LIVE! (Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,-- Each held by such slight links, so oft removed ...
I said—''Tis very late we meet;'A guest long since has filled each seat 'About my hearth; yet rest'A little while ...
So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad ?olian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; ...
From the wide miles of autumn corn, Here to this sun-lit hill, The wind wails for a hope forlorn, And ...
I've heard the sea-dead three nights come keening And crying to my door. Why will they affright me with ...
AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we ...
I LOVE you, rotten,Delicious rottenness.I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave,So morbid, ...
THE BROKEN moon lay in the autumn sky, And I lay at thy feet; You bent above me; in ...
A WORD is ringing thro' my brain, It was not meant to give me pain; It had no tone to ...
October, brown October, with his slowAnd melancholy step, has left the hills And comes upon the plains. The wild winds ...
In the sad evening of my life,A single star upon me smiles, And makes the world's turmoil and strife Seem ...
O Thou, the Nymph with placid eye!O seldom found, yet ever nigh! Receive my temperate vow:Not all the ...
"'T IS of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars, And the whistling wind from the west-nor'-west ...
They wait, the forest monarchs tall,In naked beauty on the hills,Until the snows of Winter fall,And icy arms embrace the ...
I also loved, and the restless breaths Of sleeplessness, fluttering through darkness, Out of the park would downward drift To ...
Autumn gale! sweet autumn gale!Sing with me a sober wail;Summer loves the melting song;Lightsome airs to spring belong;Old December shouts ...
The sumac's flaming scarlet on the edges o' the lake, An' the pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' ...
No more old England will they see—Those men who've died for you and me.So lone and cold they lie; but ...
"On hill and field October's glories fade;O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down tbe ...
Let India boast her spicy trees, whose fruit and gorgeous bloom Give, to each faint and languid breez, its rich ...
When the Laborites and Liberals are bickering, Are a-calling and a-bawling in the House,And the strangers in the gallery are ...
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
THE palms are yellowing in the Autumn heat, I hate the ripple of that tideless sea, But worse the line ...
Now all the flowers that ornament the grass,Wherever meadows are and placid brooks,Must fall—the "glory of the grass" must fall.Year ...
You love the sun and the languid breeze That gently kisses the rosebud's lips, And delight ...
To the solemn abyss leads the terrible path, The life and death winding dizzy between;In thy desolate way, grim with ...
I SAT once more within a tangl'd wood, Beside a quiet river, on whose breast A world of trees look'd ...
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