The Lady And The Rooks (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Trust the grand and gentle trees,Never will their welcome fade;All that lives may lie at easeIn the haven of their ...
Trust the grand and gentle trees,Never will their welcome fade;All that lives may lie at easeIn the haven of their ...
Pale as a star that shines through rain Her face was seen at the window-pane, Her sad, frail face that watched in ...
A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG(A Young Girl sings it)THE Lannan SheeWatched the young man BrianCross over the stile towards his father's ...
A CLAMOUR by day and a whisper by night, And the Summer comes-with the shining noons,With the ripple of leaves, and ...
There moves a sad processionAcross the silent vale,With backward-glancing eyes of grief,And tearful cheeks all pale.Scatter'd and slow, without array,With ...
READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARYIs it a weanling's weakness for the pastThat in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,Swept clean of ...
On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sunlooks down on ceaseless labors, long begun:The mountain trembles to the echoing soundOf falling rocks, ...
No longer hoary winter reigns,No longer binds the streams in chains,Or heaps with snow the meads;Array'd with robe of rainbow-dye,At ...
(After Ronsard)YE caverns, and ye rillsThat from the beetling hillsDown every rocky wallGlide, gleam, and fall;Ye woods and streams around,Where ...
walkingin the eveningalong the banksof the creek, as the sky is lighted by the glowfrom the hothouses, farther on the ...
Where Time the measure of his hoursBy changeful bud and blossom keeps,And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,Fair Shiraz ...
1.Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more ...
The clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn's softest gleams are ending,Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending: ...
Love me a little, Lord, or let me go,I am so weary walking to and froThrough all your lonely halls ...
I do speak these words, thoughThey may profane what's holy;I speak themFilled with awe:At Asuka,On the field of Makami,Our eternal,Divine ...
HAIL lovely light of this material world!Bright orb of day! from thy pavilion darkOf wintry clouds now breaking forth again;Once ...
Poor Monsieur d'Alveron! I well rememberThe day I visited his ruinous cot,And heard the story of his fallen fortunes.It was ...
Down here where the ships loom large in The gloom when the sea-storms veer,Down here on the south-west margin Of the western ...
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,Prince of men! what tears run downthe cheeks of age? what shades thymighty soul?Memory, son ...
I do speak these words, thoughThey may profane what's holy;I speak themFilled with awe:At Asuka,On the field of Makami,Our eternal,Divine ...
I 've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things, An' I 've learned a little of the sense that meetin' people ...
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign And rage the tempests with resistless force? Mantled with snow the silver mountains shine, And ...
MY native vale! with heighten'd pleasure stillI trace thy simple scenes, my partial eyeSurveys new beauties each returning spring,Each summer ...
I am writing this song at the close Of a beautiful day of the springIn a dell where the daffodil grows By ...
See! rob'd in new beauties, young May cheers the lawn! Ye virgins! how charming her air!Haste! cull her fresh flow'rets dew-dropping ...
We shan't see Willy any more, Mamie,He won't be coming any more:He came back once and again and again,But he ...
I.Beautiful Alice, serene little saint, My treasure!— O better than mine,—What mind can imagine, or eloquence paint Thy gladness and glory divine?A ...
INSPIRATION. All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost; Only the chrism and sacrament ...
NEW YORK, July 20, 1883.DEAR GIRL:The town goes on as thoughIt thought you still were in it;The gilded cage seems ...
'Tis past: the iron North has spent his rage;Stern Winter now resigns the length'ning day;The stormy howlings of the winds ...
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