Poems about stock-dove (9 Poems)
British Georgics. October (James Grahame Poems)
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The yellow leaf, or rowan’s ruby branch.Hushed are the groves; each woodland pipe is mute,Save when the redbreast mourns the falling … Continue reading
Elegy III (Henry James Pye Poems)
The dewy morn her saffron mantle spreads High o’er the brow of yonder eastern hill; Each blooming shrub a roseate fragrance sheds, And the brisk sky-lark sings his carol shrill. Not all the sweets that scent the morning air, Not all the dyes that paint … Continue reading
Poetry and Prose (John Hartley Poems)
Do you remember the wood, love, That skirted the meadow so green;Where the cooing was heard of the stock-dove, And the sunlight just glinted between.The trees, that with branches entwining Made shade, where we wandered in bliss,And our eyes with true love-light were … Continue reading
Afton Water (Robert Burns Poems)
1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,2 Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;3 My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,4 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 5 Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds … Continue reading
Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! (John Keats Poems)
1.Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!All the house is asleep, but we know very wellThat the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet Isabel!Tho’ your feet are more light than a … Continue reading
The Fall of Needwood (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour’d the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, thy lawns along;I, who with artless pencil drewThy Forest charms of varied hue,Approach thee now with different strain,That mourns thy … Continue reading
Evening Thoughts (Anonymous British Poems)
‘Twas eve. The length’ning shadows of the oakAnd weeping birch swept far adown the vale;And nought upon the hush and stillness broke,Save the light whisp’ring of the spring-tide galeAt distance dying; and the measured strokeOf woodmen at their toil; the … Continue reading
Resolution And Independence (William Wordsworth Poems)
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice … Continue reading
Memorabilia of Last Week (Thomas Moore Poems)
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget – quite charming and witty – no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it; – Great comfort to find, though the Speech isn’t cheering, That all its gay auditors … Continue reading