In The Haunts Of Bass And Bream (Maurice Thompson Poems)
IDreams come true, and everythingIs fresh and lusty in the spring.In groves that smell like ambergris,Wind-songs, bird-songs, never cease.Go with ...
IDreams come true, and everythingIs fresh and lusty in the spring.In groves that smell like ambergris,Wind-songs, bird-songs, never cease.Go with ...
I lay close down beside the river,My bow well strung, well filled my quiver,The god that dwells among the reedsSang ...
THERE are times when a dream deliciousSteals into a musing hour,Like a face with love capriciousThat peeps from a woodland ...
When underneath the brown dead grass My weary bones are laid,I hope I shall not see the glass At ninety in the ...
By Mystic's banks I held my dream. (I held my fishing rod as well,) The vision was of dace and bream, A fruitless ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
Now, Batman, Prophet Batman, a hundred years ago, He looked upon this land and found it good."'Tis the place to ...
By inlet and islet and wide river reaches, By lake and lagoon I'm at home,Yet oft' the far forests of ...
So full am I of anxious thought, Though all the morn king-grass I've sought, To fill my arms I ...
Along the raised banks of the Joo, To hew slim stem and branch I wrought, My lord away, my ...
My only door some pieces of crossed wood, Within it I can rest enjoy.I drink the water wimpling from the ...
Each rising charm the bounteous stream bestows,The grass that thickens, and the flower that blows.And while the vale the humid ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Oh luxury! Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet Astride the rock below the dam, In the ...
I thought of my 'faculty of poetry' As of the eye The bream or white-bait showed In its hysterical dance ...
TO all that love the far and blue: Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot The fleeing corners ye pursue, ...
For many, many days together The wind blew steady from the East; For many days hot grew the weather, About ...
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