Arabia (Walter de la Mare Poems)
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
Coral and clear emerald, And amber from the sea, Lilac-coloured amethyst, Chalcedony; The lovely Spirit of Air Floats on a ...
Most wounds can Time repair; But some are mortal -- these: For a broken heart there is no balm, No ...
No breath of wind, No gleam of sun - Still the white snow Whirls softly down Twig and bough And ...
Grief hath pacified her face; Even hope might share so still a place; Yet, on the silence of her heart, ...
Said Mr. Smith, "I really cannot Tell you, Dr. Jones- The most peculiar pain I'm in- I think it's in ...
Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Someone came knocking; I'm sure-sure-sure; I listened, I opened, I looked ...
Tom told his dog called Tim to beg, And up at once he sat, His two clear amber eyes fixed ...
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes, Nor the rain make lamentation When the ...
In sea-cold Lyonesse, When the Sabbath eve shafts down On the roofs, walls, belfries Of the foundered town, The Nereids ...
Wide are the meadows of night, And daisies are shinng there, Tossing their lovely dews, Lustrous and fair; And through ...
One night as Dick lay half asleep, Into his drowsy eyes A great still light began to creep From out ...
If I were Lord of Tartary, Myself, and me alone, My bed should be of ivory, Of beaten gold my ...
When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone. That vanishing ...
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye - The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge, The last thin ...
Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee; And thou, poor Innocency; And Love -- a lad with broken wing; ...
Ever, ever Stir and shiver The reeds and rushes By the river: Ever, ever, As if in dream, The lone ...
Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve! Not one of these poor men who died But did within his soul ...
Peace in thy hands, Peace in thine eyes, Peace on thy brow; Flower of a moment in the eternal hour, ...
Clouded with snow The cold winds blow, And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings ...
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