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29 de jun. de 2024 · Italia, Io Ti Saluto! To come back from the sweet South, to the North. Where I was born, bred, look to die; Come back to do my day's work in its day, Play out my play-. Amen, amen, say I. To see no more the country half my own, Nor hear the half familiar speech, Amen, I say; I turn to that bleak North.
Hace 3 días · Our Mothers, lovely women pitiful; Our Sisters, gracious in their life and death; To us each unforgotten memory saith: “Learn as we learned in life's sufficient school, Work as we worked in patience of our rule, Walk as we walked, much less by sight than faith, Hope as we hoped, despite our slips and scathe, Fearful in joy and confident in ...
Hace 4 días · Something we must do: I'll not see. Her blossom fade, sweet Margery. Perhaps a change may after all. Prove best for her: to leave behind. Those home-sights seen time out of mind; To get beyond the narrow wall. Of home, and learn home is not all. Perhaps this way she may forget, Not all at once, but in a while;
Hace 4 días · The Rose. Is lady of the land. Is a rose upon a thorn. She sets the world on fire. The lily has a smooth stalk, Will never hurt your hand; But the rose upon her brier Is lady of the land. There's sweetness in an apple tree, And profit in.
Hace 4 días · For one man is my world of all the men. This wide world holds; O love, my world is you. Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang. Because the pang of parting comes so soon; My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon. Between the heavenly days on which we meet: Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang.
Hace 2 días · The wind is passing thro'. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads. The wind is passing by. Christina Rossetti. Rate: (1) Poem topics: wind, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme.
Hace 6 días · Swollen with sap, put forth their shoots; Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane; Birds sing and pair again. There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back. Along the trackless track,-.
