A Complaint, by Rose Terry Cooke
A hot noon filled the Autumn sky
So still, th...
A hot noon filled the Autumn sky
So still, th...
The curving beach and shining bay,
Stretch fr...
A thousand years shall come and go,
A thousan...
There's a bluebird sits on the apple-tree bough...
Summer's lovely meadows green,
Sylvan shades ...
The verdant foliage of the trees
Will soon be ...
There is a love of heat intense,
Which like a...
When trials come, for come they will,
Be pat...
Grey streaks of dawn had shot athwart the gloom...
When Sol pours down his floods of light,
So h...
From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...
I am displeased with the company of friends
To...
From the Bustan Whilst I was at Sanaa I lost a...
I have named you as my king
But there are thos...
"I cannot bring you wealth, " she said;
"I ca...
She lay like a rose-leaf on his cup;
He scarc...
To M. L. B. I watched the crocus, purple, wh...
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly...
The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spu...
She plucks petunias from her pupils,
watches...
I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...
The sunny Summer days have fled,
And passed i...
O suffering friend of human kind!
How, as the...
LOVE'S daughters bend above the silent source, ...
THE white peacock in the blue night crying
Fee...