Arabia (Walter de la Mare Poems)
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
Grief hath pacified her face; Even hope might share so still a place; Yet, on the silence of her heart, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of ...
Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns, I remember how, heavy with sorrow, I climbed this hill to gaze ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
To my little niece Sally Livingston, on the death of a little serenading wren she admired. Hasty pilgrim stop thy ...
How many tears can the ocean hold? What the history books Don't tell you is that The Indian Ocean was ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
The moon's an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that ...
Sweet serene sky-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long cloudy bed Shoot forth thy damask head! New-startled ...
Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
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