Constance (Grace Greenwood Poems)
THE tropic stars are looking downUpon the midnight deep;The wind blows fresh, as on our courseRight gallantly we sweep;For thee ...
THE tropic stars are looking downUpon the midnight deep;The wind blows fresh, as on our courseRight gallantly we sweep;For thee ...
When Ezry, that's my sister's son, come home from furrin parts,He fetched the folks a lot of things ter brighten ...
Yearly thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
It is the hither side, O Hope,And afternoon; our shadows slopeBackward along the mountain cope.The early morning was so sweet,We ...
THE LADIES of St. James's Go swinging to the play; Their footmen run before them, With a "Stand by! Clear ...
Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.On Pelion among the chestnut trees the Centaur's shirtslipped through the leaves to fold around ...
I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger,And o'er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory's ...
So hath he fallen, the Endymion of the air, And so lies down in slumber lapped for aye.Diana, passing, found his ...
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies, Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,What more than magic in you lies, To fill ...
A Ballad"What brings you to this Castle hereTo breathe Song's radiant aureole?Seek you a loving comrade dearFor whom in longing ...
O realm of azure! O realm of light and colour, of youth and happiness! Ihave beheld thee in dream. We ...
Why dost thou come at set of sun,Those pensive words to say?Why whip poor Will?--What has he done?And who is ...
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,Who rarely sees the Firmament,You graciously invite, to viewThe Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you;To change ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium.Virg., Georg.When day declining sheds a milder gleam,What time the may-fly ...
I love to see the little goldfinch pluckThe groundsel's feather'd seed, and twit and twit,And soon in bower of apple ...
All winterThe trees held up their silent hivesAs if they mattered.But on one main street of bars and lights,I watched ...
I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath ...
On the Bank of a River so deep,Whose Waters glide silently on,Sad Rosalind sat down to weep,For Damon her Lover ...
Every toiler in his toil; Life is Work in Duty's hand, Art and Nature both demandDaily labour, midnight oil:Every workman for his ...
Who came so close then?--Brushed the wet lilac into mellow laughter;Set the smooth blackbird at his golden weavingMaking no stir ...
HAVE you ever been down to my countree Where the trees are green and tall? The days are long and the heavens ...
BY THE PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF DEAD AND LIVE LANGUAGESPHI BETA KAPPA.--CAMBRIDGE, 1867You bid me sing,--can I forgetThe classic ode of ...
ODALISQUES, odalisques,Treading the pavementWith feet pomegranate-stained:We bartered for, bought youBack in the yearsAh, then we knew you,Odalisques, odalisques,Treading the pavementWith ...
Flow on for ever, in thy glorious robeOf terror and of beauty. Yea, flow onUnfathom'd and resistless. God hath setHis ...
This is a land of forests, and of meresStirless and deep, replenished with my tears.Here the pine harps, and many ...
A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be that sing it well. Let them sing it loud and ...
Oft, in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high,When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's ...
Into the darkness and the deeps My thoughts have strayed, where silence dwells,Where the old world encrypted sleeps,— Myriads of forms, in ...
A Psalm To what shall a woman liken her beloved, And with what shall she compare him to do him honor? ...
April doesnt hurt hereLike it does in New EnglandThe groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive ...
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