Sadness (George Borrow Poems)
Lo, a pallid fleecy vapour Far along the East is spread;Every star has quench'd its taper, Lately glimmering over head.On ...
Lo, a pallid fleecy vapour Far along the East is spread;Every star has quench'd its taper, Lately glimmering over head.On ...
Honor the worthy dead, Strew flowers on her bier,And to the memory of a friend, O lend a tender tear!Upon ...
Mid wastes of Africa a wanderer sped: He found no pathway; night was now afield. Through clouds no stealthy glimmer ...
A hot day in September. A white mistClung to the vale, and up the hill a blur,As of thin smoke, ...
THINK not I roam afield With heart untrue; The gifts my rambles yield Are all for you. The bird must ...
Mother, to whose valiant willBattling long ago,What the heaping years fulfil,Light and song, I owe;Send my little book afield,Fronting praise ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning ...
The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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