The Hard Times In Elfland (Sidney Lanier Poems)
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
The moon's an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And ...
I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells, Scooped them up with small, iron words, Dripping over ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
Yours is the shame and sorrow, But the disgrace is mine; Your love was dark and thorough, Mine was the ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
For ever wave, for ever float and shine Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine Wherein I dreamed that ...
I wonder, can the night go by; Can this shot arrow of travel fly Shaft-golden with light, sheer into the ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories