The Crane is My Neighbour (John Shaw Neilson Poems)
The bird is my neighbour, a whimsical fellow and dim;There is in the lake a nobility falling on him.The bird ...
The bird is my neighbour, a whimsical fellow and dim;There is in the lake a nobility falling on him.The bird ...
Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing ...
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;It learns the storm cloud's thunderous melody,Now roars, now murmurs with the ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be Yer—wedded—wife?— . . . O, strike me! Will I wot?Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
I cannot hold my peace, John Keats; There never was a spring like this; It is an echo, that repeats ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices,And in your tresses you shall twine The ...
T' ground rises brantly to nor'-east,Wi' t' walls zigzaggin' ower t' intake-T' walls 'at wur builded first by t' Danes,Girt ...
Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries ...
" Svmer is icumen in Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed and bloweth med and spring'th th' wde nu. Sing cuccu! ...
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!Scarce the track I stumbling keep!Through my thin fleece blows the ...
A thousand miles and more to the westward,Somewhere the city lies,I strain mine eyes for the glare reflectedUp in the ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew For she heard a whimper under the ...
A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES: PRESENTED TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR NIC. LANIERE THE SPEAKERS: ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
I should have been too glad, I see -- Too lifted -- for the scant degree Of Life's penurious Round ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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