October (Edward Thomas Poems)
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by ...
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by ...
NEIGHBOUR of the near domain, Stay awhile your passing wain! Though to give is more your way, Take a gift ...
Resign'd to live, prepar'd to die, With not one sin, but poetry,This day Tom's fair account has run(Without a blot) ...
The last leaves' embers in total immolation Rise into the sky; this whole forest Seethes with irritation, just as we ...
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains; Ho! get ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
The piles on the granite rocks in the river the heavy first snowfall melting in the weather Their sides eaten ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
My hands did numb to beauty as they reached into Death and tightened! O sovereign was my touch upon the ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on ...
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