Home-Sick (Ada Cambridge Poems)
O time, great Healer! canst thou still The crying hearts that feel the knife? O great Restorer, canst thou ...
O time, great Healer! canst thou still The crying hearts that feel the knife? O great Restorer, canst thou ...
I.Upon a rock I sat—a mountain-side,Far, far forsaken of the old sea's lip;A rock where ancient waters' rise and dip,Recoil ...
O for wings! that I might soar A little way above the floor, A little way beyond the roar— A ...
And we shall be changed."And we shall be changed. Ye dainty mosses, lichens grey, Pressed each to ...
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, Love and I went maying a ...
CXVOh spring, that hides the wrinkled earth in green, And decorates the cracked and rugged bark Of trees with lichens ...
Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips Against the land. Or on where fancy drives I walk and muse ...
Brilliant, this day - a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every ...
Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
A tree's leaves may be ever so good, So may its bar, so may its wood; But unless you put ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
THE world below the brine; Forests at the bottom of the sea-the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers ...
Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom, I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom, I am so sick ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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