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A dozen poems

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Fairyland, by Mrs. James Glenny Wilson



Do you remember that careless band,
Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand,
One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,
Joyously seeking for fairyland?

The wind in the tree-tops was scarcely heard,

Complete Poem


The Angel of Death sleeps beside me, by Jean Jones



At night, her black hair, and dark eyes
Stare at me like photographs I have
Hanging from the wall, she is a skull
Grinning constantly at me, she is smiling
And her eyes flash every time she stares at me

Complete Poem


The House of the Commonwealth, by Roderic Quinn



We sent a word across the seas that said,
"The house is finished and the doors are wide,
Come, enter in.
A stately house it is, with tables spread,
Where men in liberty and love abide

Complete Poem


Love is a Sickness, by Samuel Daniel



LOVE is a sickness full of woes,
All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using.
Why so?

Complete Poem


Of his Dear Son, Gervase, by Sir John Beaumont



DEAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love
To me was like a friendship, far above
The course of nature or his tender age;
Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage:
Let his pure soul, ordain'd seven years to be

Complete Poem


The Child in Me, by May Riley Smith



She follows me about my House of Life
(This happy little ghost of my dead Youth!)
She has no part in Time's relentless strife
She keeps her old simplicity and truth --
And laughs at grim Mortality,

Complete Poem


Only of thee and me, by Louis Untermeyere



Only of thee and me the night wind sings,
Only of us the sailors speak at sea,
The earth is filled with wondered whisperings
Only of thee and me.

Only of thee and me the breakers chant,

Complete Poem


Easter, by George Herbert



I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way,
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee.

Yet though my flowers be lost, they say

Complete Poem


The Irish Peasant to His Mistress, by Thomas Moore



THROUGH grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way,
Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay;
The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd,
Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn'd:
Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free,

Complete Poem


Happy Creek, by John Bernard O'Hara



The little creek goes winding
Thro' gums of white and blue,
A silver arm
Around the farm
It flings, a lover true;

Complete Poem


The Rival, by James Whitcomb Riley



I so loved once, when Death came by I hid
Away my face,
And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid
To make my hiding-place.

The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and

Complete Poem


This Place Called Home, by Peter E Adotey Addo



Sometimes my memory corrodes my mind
But there are parts I know it cannot change.
Sometimes I may deny past the hour of dawn.
Perhaps these are just partial images passing through.
Where I once lived someone lives there now

Complete Poem

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