To My Son At School, Age 13, June 11 (Anne Hunter Poems)
OF thee, dear boy, the muse shall sing,With joy she strikes the tuneful string,To hail thy natal hour;And O may ...
OF thee, dear boy, the muse shall sing,With joy she strikes the tuneful string,To hail thy natal hour;And O may ...
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle, Waking every echo on the old bush road;Waking, too, the wonder ...
There is a river clear and fair,'Tis neither broad nor narrow;It winds a little here and thereIt winds about like ...
IN the fragrant bright June morning, Rosamond, the queen of girls,Down the marble doorsteps loiters, radiant with her sunny curls;O'er ...
A Perfect peaceful stillness reigns,Not e'en a passing playful breezeThe sword-shaped flax blades gently stirs:The vale and slopes of rising ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
Now overhead,Where the rivulet loiters and stops,The bittersweet hangs from the topsOf the alders and cherriesIts bunches of beautiful berries,Orange ...
Listen to the tawny thief, Hid beneath the waxen leaf, Growling at his fairy host, Bidding her ...
'T is when the lark goes soaringAnd the bee is at the bud,When lightly dancing zephyrsSing over field and flood;When ...
Listen to the tawny thief,Hid beneath the waxen leaf,Growling at his fairy host,Bidding her with angry boastFill his cup with ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
'T is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, ...
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