The Garden In Winter (Mary Webb Poems)
The winter sun that rises near the southLooks coldly on my garden of cold clay;Like some old dotard with a ...
The winter sun that rises near the southLooks coldly on my garden of cold clay;Like some old dotard with a ...
Oh day of fire and sun,Pure as a naked flame,Blue sea, blue sky and dunSands where he spoke my name;Laughter ...
Now night has come:from the crescent moonhardly a threadof light is shedupon the sea.No voice to expressthe sounds of griefor ...
"Me an' ma baby'sGot two mo' ways,Two mo' ways to do de Charleston!"Da, da,Da, da, da!Two mo' ways to do ...
Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool, Men call'd him Dicky Pearce;His folly served to make folks laugh, When wit and mirth ...
You told your willing bard to sing,But made no choice of tears or laughter ;So think this story just the ...
April, April,Laugh thy girlish laughter;Then, the moment after,Weep thy girlish tears!April, that mine earsLike a lover greetest,If I tell thee, ...
CUPID does not care for sighsDoes not care for lover's weeping!Fair One, dry your pretty eyes,Cupid does not care for ...
YOU have taught me laughter, Joyousness and light,How the day is rosy-wild, Star-enthrilled the night:Maybe God can teach me After you are goneHow ...
So ticklish is my skinThat if you touch my sideThe little seed withinWill laugh, and split me wide.So, when I ...
Love goes playing hide-and-seek'Mid the roses on her cheek,With a little imp of Laughter,Who, the while he follows after,Leaves the ...
I THINK that we are very strong and wise, Mocking at love and at the grief thereafter, . . .For sometimes ...
"What ails you?" tenderly I spokeTo a dejected calf.He answered, "At a killing jokeI'm dying, sir, to laugh.They little know, ...
Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;Here HAROLD lies, but where's his Epitaph?If such you seek, try Westminster, ...
Pluto, bid Rabelais welcome to thy shore,That thou, who art the king of woe and pain,Whose subjects never learned to ...
Bicycles! Tricycles! Nay, to shun laughter,Try cycles first, and buy cycles after;For surely the buyer deserves but the worstWho would ...
The fire's gone out. I light incenseAnd answer the child's question about poetry,Grasping my waterpipe and wooden drumstick.The common folk ...
But, when they were alone,--and now no more By that subduing presence overawed,-- With free tongue giving loose to wrath ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
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