For These (Edward Thomas Poems)
An acre of land between the shore and the hills,Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,The lovely visible earth ...
An acre of land between the shore and the hills,Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,The lovely visible earth ...
Over me lifts the peat-reek That parts and drifts and veers, And the wind's uneasy moaning Is loud ...
A hot day in September. A white mistClung to the vale, and up the hill a blur,As of thin smoke, ...
I saw the beauty go,The beauty that, in a streamFlowed through the breadth of the landLike the fenceless foot of ...
LATE afternoon I wandered Where summering fells are green;On a skyward wall I pondered On strange lands I had seen.Clouds ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the ...
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
O curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the water in the West; Because your crying brings ...
Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite Of our old paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind Among the ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birds: 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
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