November (Robert Nichols Poems)
As I walk the misty hillAll is languid, fogged, and still;Not a note of any birdNor any motion's hint is ...
As I walk the misty hillAll is languid, fogged, and still;Not a note of any birdNor any motion's hint is ...
IA small thatched cottage, moss grown old, A low-browed, weather-beaten door,Two windows small, that dimly light The dusky walls and earthen floor.From ...
A SILVER slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses,And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits ...
The warrigal's lair is pent in bare, Black rocks at the gorge's mouth;It is set in ways where Summer strays With the ...
Straying, musing, singing, dreaming,'Neath the leafy banners streaming,Fleck'd with golden sunbeams gleaming Through the woodland's dun;On lone Calder's banks reclining,Where the ...
IT LIES amongst the sleeping stones, Far down the hidden mountain glade;And past its brink the torrent moans For ever in a ...
Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day,And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray Of the wide sky, far, ...
Weep ye and howl, for that ye did refuse God's feast of bounties when most largely spread,-- Sunrise and set, and clustering ...
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the rose-leaves fall:But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,Thick-leaved, ambrosial,With an ancient melodyOf an inward ...
I divined and chose a distant place to dwell-T'ien-t'ai: what more is there to say?Monkeys cry where valley mists are ...
No harsh complaint nor rude unmannered wo,Shall jar discordant in the dulcet flowOf music, raining through the chestnut wingsOf the ...
1 Thy mellow passioning amid the leaves, That tremble dimly in the summer dusk, Falls sad along ...
BESIDE the dusty road of life, Deflower'd with toil and foul with strife, Lie hid within a charm of dew ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream, Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon Across your eager flow. So you ...
MARK yon runnel how 'tis flowing,Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the Spring-blooms near it blowingAnd the sunlight in it gleaming!Where ...
About myself a shadow I have wrapped; I shall no more with patience nor with ease Hear feathered minstrels shake ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
The common rain had come again Slanting and colorless, pale and anonymous, Fainting falling in the first evening Of the ...
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