A Tree Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
When the sun goes down I have my first drink standing in the yard, talking to my neighbor about the ...
A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is ...
When snow like sheep lay in the fold And wind went begging at each door, And the far hills were ...
A rowan like a lipsticked girl. Between the by-road and the main road Alder trees at a wet and dripping ...
Perch on their water perch hung in the clear Bann River Near the clay bank in alder dapple and waver, ...
My mind matches this understand land. Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift, Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone ...
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
The alder shudders in the April winds off the moon. No one is awake and yet sunlight streams across the ...
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