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 ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
1.No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed By ...
IWhat words of mine can tell the spellOf garden ways I know so well?—The path that takes me in the ...
The fence is quite dry, and the sprouting peonyWith its little red beak through the flowerbed pecks.In the farmyard the ...
The drop of milkWhich had fallenOn the light red polishOf her nailsMade me yearn for the pastHow sad isThe road ...
The peonies bloom, white and pink.And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,For ...
The winter sun that rises near the southLooks coldly on my garden of cold clay;Like some old dotard with a ...
curtains drawn,the emperor's lovestill lies abed-on crimson peonies,the morning sun shines (Masaoka Shiki)
The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die,To face the flaming cannon's mouth, nor ever ...
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
Dahlias fill a wondrous garden; Peonies from the land of palms. Radiant in their musky splendor; Tulips with ...
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
I'm saddened by the peonies before the steps, so red,As evening came I found that only two remained.Once morning's winds ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you ...
I pull the bed slowly open, I open the lips of the bed, get the stack of fresh underpants out ...
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