September (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
He found her where white daisies blewAgainst the wood in drift of spray,And glimpses of the sky upthrewBlood from the ...
MAORILAND, my mother!Holds the earth so fair another?O, my land of the moa and Maori,Garlanded grand with your forests of ...
The first French Settlement in America was made here in 1604.WITH tangled brushwood overgrown, And here and there a lofty ...
Oh! don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt -Black Alice so dusky and dark -That Warrego gin with the straw ...
Calcutta beckons meIn familiar names,Calls me close in the midst of anonymous crowdOn an intense, familiar bent,I fall back on ...
Down the road which asters tangle, Thro' the gap where green-briar twines, By the path where dry leaves ...
Girded by wastes of sounding foam, Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;Day in, day out, the cloudless dome Looks down with ...
In the South are the trees whose branches are bent, And droop in such fashion that o'er their extent ...
WILTA meet me. Lass, when rowansAre reddenin' Fox GhyllAt a bend wheer flower gowans?"Ay, happen. Lad, I will."When beeches show ...
Two flower-enfolding crystal vases sheI love fills daily, mindful but of one:And close behind pale morn she, like the sunPriming ...
THE steady soaking of the rain,The bush all sad and sombre;The trees are weeping in their pain,Dank leaves the ground ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
I SHALL cry God to give me a broken foot. I shall ask for a scar and a slashed nose. ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
I study the lives on a leaf: the little Sleepers, numb nudgers in cold dimensions, Beetles in caves, newts, stone-deaf ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
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