emily - Popular Poems and stories from category

Bells are booming down the bohreens,
White the mist along the grass,
Now the Julias,
Maeves and

First, her tippet made of tulle,easily lifted off her shoulders and laidon the back of a wooden chair
And her bonnet,the bow undone with a light forward pull
Then the long white dress, a morecomplicated matter with mother-of-pearlbuttons...

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NE was a nursery maid,
ES was a bold Life Guard,
HN was a constable, poorly paid(And I am a doggerel bard)

You who desired so much—in vain to ask—Yet fed you hunger like an endless task,
Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest—Achieved that stillness ultimately best,
Being, of all, least sought for:
Emily, hear