THE HAG (Robert Herrick Poem)
The Hag is astride, This night for to ride, The devil and she together; Through thick and through thin, Now ...
The Hag is astride, This night for to ride, The devil and she together; Through thick and through thin, Now ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
the dream of the white bird flying offers a freedom as tasty as nectar how our lips purse to the ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
The pure color, shining back at me set against the yellow center purple blue asters the urgent, erect petals swaying ...
above the bramble at the edge of the wood wet, morning, brilliant the cranberry, the color drawing my eyes Primrose ...
A vine, a burgundy bramble blackberry bushes, tall, in the fall sun shiny burgundy, yellow, green leaves standing tall, as ...
A vine, a burgundy bramble blackberry bushes, tall, in the fall sun shiny burgundy, yellow, green leaves standing tall, as ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
The words of the doctor, he is, we are, "still deep in the woods" A long way from the safety ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
No hothouse rose Is She No even color or clipped thorns No controlled bloom can She be She is a ...
Anthony, Oh Anthony Why didn't you pass the test At the wheel Crash, "not exactly" Red stuff on the water ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
In the bramble at the edge of the lawn Before the woods, Where pillows of snow perched in winter Green ...
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
Oxen and sheep were brought back down Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over Mountains and rivers, far from my ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
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