Fame (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall Poems)
HAVE I played fellowship with night, to seeThe allied armies break our gates at dawnAnd let our general in ? ...
HAVE I played fellowship with night, to seeThe allied armies break our gates at dawnAnd let our general in ? ...
Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,Our hearts are all thy own;To-day we bid thee welcomeNot for ourselves alone.In the long ...
Their bones lie glistening on the veldt, their shoes are rusted red,They are gone where spur and rifle are at ...
In this old town I know so wellI have dwelt in heaven and in hell,And seen its folk go to ...
Common as light is love,and its familiar voice wearies not ever.-Shelley.Love knoweth every form of air,and every shape of earth,and ...
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight, And the trees have a silver glare;Past the chimneys high see the vampires ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones and ...
I have been within the fieldAt the young morning, when the thrushTore ope the brushy way, marking her flightWith the ...
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding,And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding;Beneath ...
I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a lonesome valley meadow,Like a dryad's mirror hidden by the wood's dim arches ...
Lovely one,Just as on the cool stoneOf the spring, the waterOpens a wide flash of foam,So is the smile of ...
Break over the waiting hill-tops, White dawn of the Christmas morn!For the angels have sung through the midnight, That the wonderful Babe ...
I am the spirit of all that lives,Labours and loses and forgives.My breath's the wind among the reeds;I'm wounded when ...
I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me…But there was time…And I lay ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till ...
I could not love if my thought loved not too,Nor could my body touch the body of you,Unless first in ...
The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold, but the Lord trieth the hearts.How shall we stand ...
When the Bells of Ys rang softly,--softly, _Soft--and sweet--and low_,Not a sound was heard in the old gray town,As the silvery ...
NIGHT and we heard heavy cadenced hoofbeatsOf troops departing; the last cohorts leftBy the North Gate. That night some listened ...
WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUPON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX"WHO gave this cup?" The secret ...
Nay, not to-night;--the slow, sad rain is falling Sorrowful tears, beneath a grieving sky,Far off a famished jackal, faintly calling, Renders the ...
When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The ...
I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,The splendid stillness of a living host;Vast choirs of upturned faces, line ...
SPRING house-cleaning in Arcadie, When every bough is bare;'If it bring Wendy back to me, 'I wish,' quoth Pan, ' 'twere here.'For ...
(Written in aid of the Children's Hospital.)MATTHEW XXV. 40."Inasmuch as ye gave ear unto the sighingOf the least of these ...
Country lovers play at loveIn a scene all laid for loving.Marriage-making stars aboveGossip and wink and look approving,While the moon ...
"The faieries gave him the propertie of the Thracian stone; for who toucheth it is exempted from griefe."The fairies to ...
Out where the river joins the sea,Where sweet and salt in union be,Where sails are bent and winds are freeIn ...
You who have gone gatheringCornflowers and meadowsweet,Heard the hazels glancing downOn September eves,Seen the homeward rooks on wingOver fields of ...
Ye children of the mountain, sing of your craggy peaks,Your valleys forest laden, your cliffs where Echo speaks;And ye, who ...
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