A Familiar Epistle From Tunbridge–Wells To A Gentleman At Oxford. City: London (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Where the road climbs free from the marsh and the seaTo the last rose sunset-gleams,Twixt a fold and a fold ...
HERE, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day,'Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away!I would not ...
Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bayI with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;Tall cliffs; ...
I.Behold; the Balance in the skySwift on the wintry scale inclines:To earthy caves the Dryads fly,And the bare pastures Pan ...
I would not curse your England, wise as slow,Just as unjust in deed.I can believe that from her heart may ...
O thou, my Muse,Beside the Kentish River runningThrough water-meads where dewsTossed flashing at thy feetAnd tossing flashed againWhen the timid ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:And, pressing a troop unable to stoopAnd see the rogues ...
She was wearing the coral taffeta trousersSomeone had brought her from Ispahan,And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,And the ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
MY son, at last the fateful day has come For us to part. The hours have nearly run.May God ...
(Air: Carnaval de Venise)LET Housman sing of Severn shore, Of Thames let Arnold sing, But we will sing ...
Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,The river sang below;The dim Sierras, far beyond, upliftingTheir minarets of snow.The roaring ...
COMES there now a mighty rally From the weald and from the coast,Down from cliff and up from valley, ...
LAST night, among his fellow roughs,He jested, quaff'd, and swore; A drunken private of the Buffs,Who never look'd before. To-day, ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
Twin boys I bore, my joy, my care, My hope, my life they were to me; Their father, dashing, debonair, ...
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