Poems about weir (21 Poems)
The Herring Weir (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
Back to the green deeps of the outer bay The red and amber currents glide and cringe, Diminishing behind a luminous fringe Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray. Stealthily, in the old reluctant way, The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile, To glitter in the sun a golden while. Far down the flats, a phantom sharply grey, The herring weir emerges, quick with spoil. Slowly the tide forsakes it. Then draws near, Descending from the farm-house on the height, A cart, with gaping tubs. The oxen toil Sombrely o’er the level to the weir, And drag a long black trail across the light. (Charles G. D. Roberts)
Yorkshire Gypsy (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
O, you shall live in a great stone hall,In a parkland fair and wide,With many a servant to do your willIf you will be my bride. I’d liefer bide wi’ my gaffer vansAn’ travel fra’ sea to sea;What ‘ud I … Continue reading
The Skylark (Edith Nesbit Poems)
It is the skylark come. For shame!Robert-a-Cockney is thy name:Robert-a-Field would surely knowThat skylarks, bless them, never go! * * * Love of my life, bear witness hereHow we have heard them all the year;How to the skylark’s song are … Continue reading
May In Umbria (Lyrics Of The Dawn) (Clinton Scollard Poems)
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria? Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame with burnished splendor;Eves that melt in raptures tender;Noons that glow with sapphire burning;Singing waters seaward yearning;Shouting weir and lilting … Continue reading
The Spell (Edith Nesbit Poems)
OUR boat has drifted with the stream That stirs the river’s full sweet bosom And now she stays where gold flags gleam By meadow-sweet’s pale foam of blossom. Sedge-warblers sing the sun the song … Continue reading
The Tide River (Charles Kingsley Poems)
Clear and cool, clear and cool,By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;Cool and clear, cool and clear,By shining shingle and foaming weir;Under the crag where the ouzel sings,And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings,Undefiled, for the undefiled;Play by me, bathe … Continue reading
Water (Robert Lowell Poem)
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and left dozens of bleak white frame houses stuck like oyster shells on a hill of rock, and below us, the … Continue reading
Weir (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fence of wattles Placed just so in the mud shaped in labyrinth out in the current by the landing, in the channel An old fashioned tool Spring to Winter Sentinels in the water Tended by the lone fisher Anachronistic … Continue reading
Lake Otamangakau (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, swan-wide wings. A defiant wild cat’s call, a tuneless howl that crashes through these nylon walls which stem the thrust … Continue reading
Spirits (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Angel spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scatter’d dream: Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar … Continue reading