He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun Between your hands like a ball of flaming crystal, Poise it to let it fall, but hold it still,...
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee! That was the song that he sang to me Sang from his perch in the willow tree Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee. My little brown bird, The song that I heard...
To Chattanooga's vale, where flows the winding Tennessee, And rugged Lookout sentinels heroic dust of sixty-three-- Where Chickamauga's gory field re-echoed to the cannon's roar,...
Clapping her platter stood plump Bess, And all across the green Came scampering in, on wing and claw, Chicken fat and lean: Dorking, Spaniard, Cochin China, Bantams sleek and small,...
A Little child, one night, awoke and cried, "Oh, help me, father! there is something wild Before me! help me!" Hurrying to his side I answered, "I am here. You dreamed, my child."...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land,-- The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder....
Child, child, love while you can The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man; Never fear though it break your heart, Out of the wound new joy will start; Only love proudly and gladly and well,...
So ends Childe Harold his last pilgrimage! Above the Malian surge he stood, and cried, Liberty! and the shores, from age to age Renowned, and Sparta's woods and rocks, replied,...
Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth, Muse, formed or fabled at the minstrel's will! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill:...
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:...
Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven! - but thou, alas, Didst never yet one mortal song inspire - Goddess of Wisdom! here thy temple was, And is, despite of war and wasting fire,...
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, - not as now we part,...
Not in those climes where I have late been straying, Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed, Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed,...
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford...
What trifles touch our feelings, when we view The simple scenes of Childhood's early day, Pausing on spots where gather'd blossoms grew, Or favour'd seats of many a childish play;...