The Great Beech (Norman Rowland Gale Poems)
With heart disposed to memory, let me standNear this monarch and this minstrel of the land,Now that Dian leans so ...
With heart disposed to memory, let me standNear this monarch and this minstrel of the land,Now that Dian leans so ...
Where the road climbs free from the marsh and the seaTo the last rose sunset-gleams,Twixt a fold and a fold ...
The shepherd Corydon with love was firedFor fair Alexis, his own master's joy:No room for hope had he, yet, none ...
ALEXISThe shepherd Corydon with love was firedFor fair Alexis, his own master's joy:No room for hope had he, yet, none ...
An Humble EglogDAMAN _and_ DORUS. DAMAN._Hail happy day!_ Dorus _sit down: Now let no sigh, nor let a frown Lodge near thy heart, ...
Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember where The willows used to screen The water flowing fair? The mill-stream's banks of green Where first our love begun, When ...
I Beneath an old beech-tree They sat together, Fair as a flower was she Of summer weather. They spoke of life and love, While, through the ...
Across the moon the beech-tree weavesAn airy mystery of leaves,The lights which through that covert passGlisten like rain-drops on the ...
I walked abroad one summer's day to hearsong of bird that through my heart might sear,in the deep, green dales,midst ...
Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar Of sunset gleams; against which one tall fir Is outlined dark; above which--courier Of dew and ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
To the grave they bore him sleeping, Him the aged, genial gardener;Now the children gifts are heaping From the flower-bed ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
Yes; with heavy dashingOf a shower just shedOn the gloomy beech-tree,Wet were leaves o'erhead.Wet were all the rosesOn the garden ...
One hour: as dim he and his house now lookAs a reflection in a rippling brook,While I remember him; but ...
You are like the stemOf a young beech-tree,Straight and swaying,Breaking out in golden leaves.Your walk is like the blowing of ...
Double red daisies, they're my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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