A Woman’s Beloved (Marguerite Wilkinson Poems)
A Psalm To what shall a woman liken her beloved, And with what shall she compare him to do him honor? ...
A Psalm To what shall a woman liken her beloved, And with what shall she compare him to do him honor? ...
What can I do to drive awayRemembrance from my eyes? for they have seen,Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Queen!Touch ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants-they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons.He thought of Virgil, ...
Francis D' Assisi, gentlest Saint of Saint's,Within his garden where the roses grewThat knew no thorn, slept from a wearinessOf ...
I'M thinking, Charles, 't is just a year,Or will be, very soon,Since first you told me of your love,One glorious ...
What bird is that, with voice so sweet,Sings to the sun from yonder tree?What girl is that so slim and ...
I saw when I looked up, on either hand, A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;A narrowing rent soon closed ...
Cloudy argosies are drifting down into the purple dark,And the long low amber reaches, lying on the horizon's mark,Shape themselves ...
"Blessed are the poor in spirit": there, I'll just remember that,And I'll say it over 'n over, till I've got ...
Straying, musing, singing, dreaming,'Neath the leafy banners streaming,Fleck'd with golden sunbeams gleaming Through the woodland's dun;On lone Calder's banks reclining,Where the ...
Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, A bird, the loneliest of its kind,Hears Dawn's faint footfall from afar While all its ...
My little bird, how canst thou sitAnd sing amidst so many thorns?Let me a hold upon thee get,My love with ...
Sundown—and silence—and deep peace,—Night's benediction and release;—The tints of day die out and cease.This morn I heard the Sabbath bellsAcross ...
The flowers you reared repose in sleepWith folded bells where the night-dews weep,And the passing wind, like a spirit, grievesIn ...
To-night retired, the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays;And now to Hesper it is givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till ...
UNALTERED aisles that wait and wait forever, O woods that gleam and stir in liquid gold,What of your little lover who ...
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, With his swarthy, grave commanders,I forget in what campaign,Long besieged, in mud and rain, Some old ...
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)Your flowers, your verdure, and ...
WILL gentle LOUDOUN deign to lend an ear,When nature speaks, and sorrow drops a tear?Within your walls my happiness I ...
Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of loveThe shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day,Sad soul, what dost thou ...
Softly the breezes dance o'er the meadows, Wafting the perfume of sweet-scented May; Flecked are the green fields with sunshine and shadows, Telling ...
Although the aepyornisor roc that lived in Madagascar, andthe moa are extinct,the camel-sparrow, linkedwith them in size--the large sparrowXenophon saw ...
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping Summer's brink, and ...
I (MINOR)THE ANCIENT memories buried lie, And the olden fancies pass; The old sweet flower-thoughts wither and fly, And die as ...
PLAY me a march, low-ton'd and slow-a march for a silent tread,Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams ...
NowLet's look for birds!The tall iron branchesin the forest,The densefertility on the ground.The worldis wet.A dewdrop or raindropshines,a diminutive staramong ...
In the far days, when every day was long,Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,Ere I had learned ...
All night a slow soft rain,A shadowy stranger from a cloudy land,Sighing and sobbing, with unsteady hand Beat at the lattice, ...
"We fly from the cold."AWAY , away, o'er land and sea,This is now no home for me;My light wings may ...
LIKE a black enamoured king whispered low the thunder To the lights of Roslyn, terraced far asunder; Hovered low the ...
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