The Old-Fashioned Garden (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
I. On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay Fresh, white as a baby child, And laughed and leaped in his lissome way, On ...
Tying her bonnet under her chin,She tied her raven ringlets in;But not alone in the silken snareDid she catch her ...
From Frankston into CranbourneThe road runs all alongBetween green-golden stretches,A lovely way of song,With thrushes singing loud and gayAnd blackbirds ...
In the great green park with the wooden palings -The wooden palings so hard to climb,There are fern and foxglove, ...
The hoof-beats sound, the harness clacks and clinks, The wagon rattles in the frosty air Along the level prairie road ...
HOW gently this evening the ripples breakOn the pebbles beneath the trees,With a music as low as the full leaves ...
All these months of heat and drought,Baked within, and burnt without;Cattle dying in our regions,Drifts of dust and insect legions;Every ...
Like a delicate sea coral,Barberry shines here and there,Through the brightness of a gardenFilled with all the summer's ware;And the ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
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