In a Wood (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
The cruel Moon hangs out of reach Up above the shadowy beech. Her face is stupid, but her eye Is ...
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
Her pirouette caught, held captive spinning around the invisible cord her arms akimbo, bent up to her chin her leg, ...
I'm in a new school I'm the new face With my great style, I'm here To brighten up the place ...
A bit of nature's sculpture out in the northern woods a solitary beech leaf brown and curled around the stem ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words. Though the season is ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
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