Nature, For Nature’s Sake (Jean Ingelow Poems)
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
IThe train! The twleve o'clock for paradise. Hurry, or it will try to creep away.Out in the country every one is ...
The April house was near a pond; It was made of reeds and of rushes, All helter-skelter and out of kelter, And ringed ...
There wasn't two purtier farms in the stateThan the couple of which I'm about to relate;--Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown,And ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
DEEP in a solitary glen,Far from the cheerful haunts of men;By poverty opprest, and taughtThe lonely task of silent thought,A ...
See an old unhappy bull,Sick in soul and body both,Slouching in the undergrowthOf the forest beautiful,Banished from the herd he ...
Lobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleLobbin Clout.Thy younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake,No thrustles shrill the bramble-bush forsakeNo chirping lark the welkin ...
Sure never did man seeA wretch like poor Nancy,So teazed day and nightBy a Dean and a Knight.To punish my ...
I stood at eve, as the sun went down, by a grave where a woman lies,Who lured men's souls to ...
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
Now early shepheards ore ye meadow pass,And print long foot-steps in the glittering grass;The Cows unfeeding near the cottage stand,By ...
She was wearin' awa'! she was wearin' awa'!Wi' the leaves in October, we thocht she wad fa',For her cheek was ...
Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch, ger- runch, and runch and runch!---There's a row of honest critters! Does me good to ...
Marian.Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed,Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed;In every wood his carrols ...
On the Erie Canal, it was,All on a summer's day,I sailed forth with my parentsFar away to Albany.From out the ...
1640-1890.O river winding to the sea!We call the old time back to thee;From forest paths and water-waysThe century-woven veil we ...
The pleasant isle of Rugen looks the Baltic water o'er,To the silver-sanded beaches of the Pomeranian shore;And in the town ...
The carrier is a poor old man-See his gray locks, his wrinkles scan,Look at him and admire!His coat is thin, ...
Recitative.Mourn, mourn, ye muses in the doleful'st strains,And with your tears spoil all the roads - and soak the neighb'ring ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
I will not build on yonder mount;And, should you call me to account,Consulting with myself, I findIt was no levity ...
MONDAY, OR, THE SQUABBLELobbin Clout, Cuddy, CloddipoleCUDDYHold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise.Lo ...
WHAT will this warld come to belyve!The rhyming trade does briskly thriveIt wad appear;They're ane tane't now, ye sanna guess,In ...
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