Wishing, by Jean Ingelow
When I reflect how little I have done,
And ad...
When I reflect how little I have done,
And ad...
AH who should make my heart despond,
My heart...
TO guard you from disaster,
Love-flags and st...
VOICES returning, cradle us, cradling voices:...
When young Ascanius, by the Queen of Love,
W...
As round some neighbouring elm the vine
Its am...
Th' Idalian boy, to pierce Neæ ra's hear...
Bright as Venus' golden star!
And as silver Cy...
Roses, refresh'd with nightly dew, display,
...
Why wing your flight, ye bees! From flow'r to ...
From Locusts at the Edge of Summer Hazed with ...
Once I had a little sweetheart
In the land of ...
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the whi...
A wistful note from out the sky,
"Pure, pure...
I strolled along the beaten way,
Where hoary ...
The time that hints the coming leaf,
When bud...
Now comes the sunset of the verdant year,
Che...
I hear the wild geese honking
From out the mis...
KADIAK, July, 1899 O varied thrush! O robin ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant ban...
All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
The st...
A RABBINICAL TALE Once on a time a stranger ca...
How goes the Money?--Well,
I'm sure it isn't ...
There's a clever classic story,
Such as poets...
A TALE OF THE TALMUD I When Solomon was reign...