If I were to Own (Edward Thomas Poems)
f I were to own this countrysideAs far as a man in a day could ride,And the Tyes were mine ...
f I were to own this countrysideAs far as a man in a day could ride,And the Tyes were mine ...
I must away to the wooded hills and vales, Where broad, slow streams flow cool and silentlyAnd idle barges flap ...
Once upon a time there were three little foxesWho didn't wear stockings, and they didn't wear sockses,But they all had ...
By Ribble's gleaming riverThe morning mists are grey,Where the dew-drowned copses quiverWith the deepening green of May.And it's hey to ...
THE SLEEPING WOODMAN. Written in April, 1790. YE copses wild, where April bids ariseThe vernal grasses, and the early flowers;My ...
Five teams at plough, All at plough together . . .Red the beeches bough, Crisp and cold the ...
HE may be envied, who with tranquil breastCan wander in the wild and woodland scene,When summer's glowing hands have newly ...
I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear; I do not note the grassy ...
Out of the mid-wood's twilight Into the meadow's dawn, Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, Flashes my Faun! He skips through the ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
49 Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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