Afoot (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
What do I see and hear of an April morning?Many a ridge and furrow, headland and bay,Many a ship bound ...
Church—doors should still stand open, night and day, Open to all who come for praise or prayer, Laden with gift ...
WHITHER, sweet days?Whither, O Summer?Whither, O waning moon?And thou, dear life, belov?d one,Whither art thou gone?Not to oblivion!No wing?d comer,Wending ...
I hear them singing in the open spaces The old, old rites, the music of the moon; The rougher and ...
MANY a guest I'd see to-day, Met to taste my dishes! Food in plenty is prepar'd, Birds, and game, and ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
WILD, wild the storm, and the sea high running, Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering, Shouts ...
1 CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides; Out of the old and new-out ...
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause-for lo! ...
On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, ...
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