The Orange Tree (John Shaw Neilson Poems)
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see:- A light, she said, not ...
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see:- A light, she said, not ...
Come follow, heart upon your sleeve,The trail, a-teasing by,Past tasseled corn and fresh-mown hay,Trim barns and farm-house shy,Past hollyhocks and ...
Chilly lake breezes rippled the watersOf emerald greenAnd with no oarsman drove the boat forwardAs if in a dream.Slowly the ...
Who were the twain that trod this trackSo many times togetherHither and back,In spells of certain and uncertain weather?Commonplace in ...
CALLING, the heron flies athwart the blueThat sleeps above it; reach on rocky reachOf water sings by sycamore and beech,In ...
There is no sound within the cottage now,But my pen and the sound of long rainHeavy and musical, I must ...
1white curtains of infinite fatiguedominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Franciswhite curtains of tortured destiniesinheriting the calamities ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea;They clambered and rollicked in ...
Poets sing and fables tell us,Or old folk lore whispers low,Of the origin of all things,Of the spring from whence ...
Home from the fields the kine came slowly winding, Thro' the soft summer twilight, calm and still,Up the steep ...
The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air Were like delirium; half awake Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama ...
Over a scurf of rocks the tide Wanders inward far and wide, Lifting the sea-weed's sloven hair, ...
A table cloth that's slightly soiled Where greasy little hands have toiled; The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ...
You'll not find the name in geography books,It isn't marked on the map,Nor mentioned in atlas or history,Yet you've heard ...
An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of ...
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote ...
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them ...
It will seem strange, no more this range on range Of opening hopes and happenings. Strange to be One's name ...
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