This lovely lily, so pure and white, Seems covered o'er with celestial light; As if it grew on the "Tree of Life," And not down here, in this world of strife; Too pure for earth it now seems to be;...
The wide Pacific waters And the Atlantic meet. With cries of joy they mingle, In tides of love they greet. Above the drowned ages A wind of wooing blows: - The red rose woos the lotos,...
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl, Like motes in the sunnes beam; And over him stood the Weird Lady, In her charmed castle over the sea, Sang 'Lie thou still and dream.' ...
The West a glimmering lake of light, A dream of pearly weather, The first of stars is burning white - The star we watch together. Is April dead? The unresting year Will shape us our September,...
When the waters' countenance Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance; When our tattered smokes forerun Ashen 'neath a silvered sun; When the curtain of the haze Shuts upon our helpless ways,...
In days long gone by it was the custom of the Indian warriors of the forest to assemble at the Great Cataract and offer a human sacrifice to the Spirit of the Falls. The offering consisted of a white canoe, full of ripe fruits ...
There's a wind comes doon frae the braes when the licht is spreadin' Chilly an' grey, An' the auld cock craws at the yett o' the muirland steadin' Cryin' on day;...
Age yellows my leaf with a daily decline, And nature turns sick with decay; Short is the thread on life's spool that is mine, And few are my wishes to stay: The bud, that has seen but the sun of an hour,...
Since I noo mwore do zee your fe'ce, Up ste'rs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome ple'ce, Where flat-bough'd beech do grow; Below the beeches' bough, my love, Where you did never come,...
And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: "Come now and let us make a wife for Llew." And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, And in a shadow made a magic ring:...
I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Fal- con, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding...
'Love, while you were away there came to me - From whence I cannot tell - A plaintive lady pale and passionless, Who bent her eyes upon me critically, And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness,...
A wolf, wanting lamb for his dinner, Growled out--"Lamb you wronged me, you sinner." Bleated Lamb--"Nay, not true!" Answered Wolf--"Then 'twas Ewe-- Ewe or lamb, you will serve for my dinner." ...