At One Again (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
THE MAIDEN.I'VE seen him before me!What rapture steals o'er me!Oh heavenly sight!He's coming to meet me;Perplex'd, I retreat me,With shame ...
'If wishes were horses'--I've heard when a girl-- 'If wishes were horses, the beggars would ride'-- If wishes were pheasants, I'd wish ...
Crispy air and azure skies,High above, a white cloud flies,Bright as newly fallen snow.Oh the joy to those who know ...
Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,Straight sides, carven knees,Stands the statue, with hands flung out in alarmOr ...
But not to the home of my longingWild pheasants brood eggs,And cuckoos call in season,But the heart doesn't have a ...
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind ...
To BEVERLEY TUCKER, ESQUIRE, GREETING: Dear BEV. this greeting goes to you across the Atlantic brine, From the little room ...
Mine Katrina,--So long since I write, You vill tink I am dead maybe yet; If I never ...
Ven I fights mit dose Englishmans yet, Dere vas tings vy I nefer can't see, Und, dis ...
With axle creaking, all on fire I went, To fetch my young and lovely bride. No thirst or hunger pangs ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
Each afternoon in Granada, each afternoon, a child dies. Each afternoon the water sits down and chats with its companions. ...
THE MAIDEN. I'VE seen him before me! What rapture steals o'er me! Oh heavenly sight! He's coming to meet me; ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
In the slant of the sun on the country-side, Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane; And a rugged ...
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass ...
I am the Cannon King, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, Renowned ...
I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I ...
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