A Garden Song (Henry Austin Dobson Poems)
HERE in this sequester'd closeBloom the hyacinth and rose,Here beside the modest stockFlaunts the flaring hollyhock;Here, without a pang, one ...
HERE in this sequester'd closeBloom the hyacinth and rose,Here beside the modest stockFlaunts the flaring hollyhock;Here, without a pang, one ...
Gemlike the air, the sun so bright aboveyou look for blossoms on the apricot trees,recall the bitter whitethorn scent you ...
This morning I woketo an impatient scratching on the window,the finger branchesof the apricot that bloomed in the nightAt first ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
Once I was in love & I think I loved that girlmuch more than she loved me. Would I heal?Would ...
"Kung walked by the dynastic templeand into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river,And with him Khieu ...
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip, Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets, ...
The orchardist, with hope aglow,Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like ...
Your name so sweet, Your name so high, My tormented, Yet glorious one! Among old ones, you are gray-haired, Among ...
I was welcomed here-clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, ...
Apricot and periwinkle Robin's egg and salmon. Moments of Yesterday's sunset Frozen in my mind. No Nikon or Kodak, No ...
My Heart upon a little Plate Her Palate to delight A Berry or a Bun, would be, Might it an ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
Fine apricot cut for roofbeam Fragrant cogongrass tie for eaves Not know ridgepole in cloud Go make people among rain ...
Sorry, I almost forgot, but I don't think Its worth the effort to become a Carcanet poet With my mug-shot ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
Kung walked by the dynastic temple and into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river, And with ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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