Orpheus (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
A:Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill,Crowned with a ring of oaks, you may beholdA dark and barren field, ...
Poems about blackthorn (18 Poems)
The British Military Cemetery at Sebastopol (Konstantin Simonov Poems)
No holly bush is here; no ancient yew tree;Strange stones embedded in the salt marsh stand,And rusted by the sun, ...
Little Things (Mary Webb Poems)
Among the purple buds, like laden censers,Careless upon the wind the catkins swing;They lay a golden spell upon the morning.From ...
The Blackthorn (Louis McKee Poems)
The blackthorn was his father's,a piece of Irelandthat the old man could still get his hands aroundeven as his hands ...
When The Thorn Blows (Mary Webb Poems)
Dawn glimmers white beyond the burning hillWhere sunbeams light a fire in every tree.The morning bird is singing clear and ...
Gortnamona (William Percy French Poems)
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;But oh, it was ...
Young Lambs (John Clare Poems)
The spring is coming by a many signs; The trays are up, the hedges broken down,That fenced the haystack, and the ...
Green Rain (Mary Webb Poems)
Into the scented woods we'll goAnd see the blackthorn swim in snow.High above, in the budding leaves,A brooding dove awakes ...
Thorn Etude (Janina Degutyte Poems)
They left in boarded-up trains.I escaped into a fairy tale.Tanks rolled down the street.I gazed at the birds.From the forts ...
The Love Song (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Out of the blackthorn edgesI caught a tuneAnd before it could vanish, seizedIt, wrote it down.Gave to a girl, so ...
How We Beat The Favourite (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
The Lay of Prince Marvan (Anonymous Irish Poems)
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
Spring In Hampshire: 1916 (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Blackthorn winter is over and done with(Pale gold sunsets and brimming rivers,And the robin's note where the bare copse shivers);And ...
The Farmer’s Wife To Her White Heifer (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
COOM, Cush-Luve, coom, thoo should be in thi byreBy t' edge o' dark,Instead o' gettin' thisen mucked in mire.Noo, just ...
Spring In War-Time (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Now the sprinkled blackthorn snowLies along the lover's laneWhere last year we used to go-Where we shall not go again.In ...
Loneliness (John Betjeman Poem)
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
Bucolics (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
To Vernon Lee (Amy Levy Poems)
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The ...