The Firewood Poem (Lady Celia Congreve Poems)
Beechwood fires are bright and clearIf the logs are kept a year,Chestnut's only good they say,If for logs 'tis laid ...
Beechwood fires are bright and clearIf the logs are kept a year,Chestnut's only good they say,If for logs 'tis laid ...
Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,And the earth ...
The grass was gray with the moonlit dew,The stones were white as I came through;I came down the path by ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
If you could crowd them into forty lines! Yes; you can do it, once you get a start; All that ...
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays Beckon and shift ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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