Grapes (D H Lawrence Poems)
SO many fruits come from rosesFrom the rose of all rosesFrom the unfolded roseRose of all the world.Admit that apples ...
SO many fruits come from rosesFrom the rose of all rosesFrom the unfolded roseRose of all the world.Admit that apples ...
From the upland hidden, Where the hill is sunny Tawny like pure honey In the August heat,Memories float unbidden Where ...
I.WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden Is not so white;Snowdrops that plead for pardon And pine for frightBecause the ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
Here in the flats that encompass the hills called Beautiful, lying,O Beloved, behold a Pilgrim who fain would be sleeping,Did ...
An old man sits beside a wall,Where grow two hollyhocks -- one tallAnd flowerless, one bright and small.His hair is ...
How should I chose to walk the world with thee,Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirredBy summer breezes, and ...
Pure gold, bright sky about the sun,A silver goblet filled with wine,An angel wise is everyoneThat still hath done God's ...
Whose footprint is that paulonia leaf That drops softly, rousing ripples in the windless air? whose face is that blue ...
Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands Flowerless and bare,Dizzy whirling yellow leaves Fill the wind swept air.Yet the distant mountain ash ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
For Sharon Horvath From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, ...
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows ...
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