Why do you grope thus like the blind? Pray, doubt not what I say to you: If you are wise, enter within And see the Lord Himself is there. You need not search

When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere, And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair, For the mother cr

I saw my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advancèd so In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. Her face was full of woe; But such a woe (belie

1 When all the world is young, lad, 2 And all the trees are green; 3 And every goose a swan, lad, 4 And every lass a queen; 5 Then hey for

IF every day of yours were fine And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn't know such joy of mine, The joy o' being friend to you. You've brushed away the

WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chest Is opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foam Tossed on far shores, by us to be possessed When Cap'n Tom comes h

Against these turbid turquoise skies The light and luminous balloons Dip and drift like satin moons Drift like silken butterflies; Reel with every windy

To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my papers asks, 'What have we here?' Making

I The moving sun-shapes on the spray, The sparkles where the brook was flowing, Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May, These were the things we wished would sta

He gave us all a good-bye cheerily At the first dawn of day; We dropped him down the side full drearily When the light died away. It's a dead dark watch that

Those garments lasting evermore, Are works of mercy to the poor, Which neither tettar, time, or moth Shall fray that silk or fret this cloth.

With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe, Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit, Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, Which Himse

What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, And laid them on the outsi

Stanza 05 - Illustrated version of Edgar Allan Poe's short poem, Annabel Lee. illustrated