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Hace 6 días · She sat and sang alway. By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play. Beneath the glad sunbeam. I sat and wept alway. Beneath the moon 's most shadowy beam, Watching the blossoms of the May. Weep leaves into the stream. I wept for memory;
15 de may. de 2024 · 47. After This The Judgment. 48. A Royal Princess. 49. A Peal Of Bells. 50. A Pageant And Other Poems. Total 66 Death Poems by Christina Rossetti.
8 de may. de 2024 · (Macmillan's Magazine, Dec. 1866.) Oh the cheerful Budding-time! When thorn-hedges turn to green, When new leaves of elm and lime Cleave and shed thei
Hace 4 días · Whose milkless mothers butted them, Or who were orphaned of their dams. The lambs athirst for mother 's milk. Filled all the place with piteous sounds: Their mothers' bones made white for miles. The pastureless wet pasture grounds. Day after day, night after night, From lamb to lamb the shepherds went, With teapots for the bleating mouths.
22 de may. de 2024 · Awake her not. Her pleasant lot. And water springs. That sadly sings. The purple land. Upon her hand. Her perfect peace. Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where sh.
Hace 3 días · Longing and love, pangs of a perished pleasure, Longing and love, a disenkindled fire, And memory a bottomless gulf of mire, And love a fount of tears outrunning measure; Oh vanity of vanities, desire! Now from my heart, love's deathbed, trickles, trickles, Drop by drop slowly, drop by drop of fire, The dross of life, of love, of spent desire;
Hace 2 días · A garden in a garden: a green spot. Where all is green: most fitting slumber - place. For the strong man grown weary of a race. Soon over. Unto him a goodly lot. Hath fallen in fertile ground; there thorns are not, But his own daisies: silence, full of grace, Surely hath shed a quiet on his face: His earth is but sweet leaves that fall and rot.
