Granmamma And The Fairies (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
She once was a lady of honor and wealth; Bright glowed in her features the roses of health; Her vesture was blended ...
OUR ears had grown familiar with"Mr. Money" and "Mr. Smith"When, in the war's first anxious hour,Bellona, thy transmuting power,That we ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
If there is one gift that I prize above others, That tinges with brightness whatever I do, And gives to the sombre ...
The sword was sheathed: in April's sunLay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,Joined hands at ...
SIR ROGER TREPAN was a sensitive man, and very much moved by the war.It made him aware of a number ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting ...
The day is closing dark and cold,With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wearThe bloom of ...
"And when the Summer Heat is great, And every hour intense, The Moghra, with its subtle flowers, Intoxicates the sense."The Coco palms stood ...
For three long months continues the bombardment.The bloodstained Malakov withstands it still.The hoarse-voiced drum drives on the British redcoats.Once more ...
After so many concurring petitionsFrom all ages and sexes, and all conditions,We come in the rear to present our folliesTo ...
Let us go far from here!Here there is sadness in the early year:Here sorrow waits where joy went laughing late:The ...
After the Hazara WarI lie alone beneath the Almond blossoms, Where we two lay together in the spring,And now, as then, ...
Calleinge to mynde my wyfe moste dere Howe ofte you have in sorrowes sadde With wordes full wyse and pleasante chere My dropeinge ...
The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moanRound fane and altar overthrown ...
Whoever I am, wherever my lot, Whatever I happen to be,Contentment and Duty shall hallow the spot That Providence orders for me;No ...
O pupils of Gaza . . .Teach us . . .A little of what you haveFor we have forgotten . ...
MEN of the North-land! where's the manly spiritOf the true-hearted and the unshackled gone?Sons of old freemen, do we but ...
LOVE, mistress is of many minds,Yet few know whom they serve;They reckon least how little LoveTheir service doth deserve.The will ...
I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.He used to ...
Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;By ...
'Twas on a day of cold and sleet, A little nomad of the street With tattered garments, shoeless feet, And face with hunger ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
They are but servants, say the words of scorning, As though they meant to say, we're finer clay,Yet, all the universe ...
I walked an unfamiliar streetAnd suddenly heard a raven's cry,And the sound of a lute, and distant thunder,-In front of ...
FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankindHow from the least of things ...
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
IVeteran memories rally to musterHere at the call of the old battle days:Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:All the wild ...
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