Pan In The Orchard (Maurice Thompson Poems)
He carved a flute of elder green,And notched it well and true,Then pursed his lips and puffed his cheeksAnd merrily ...
He carved a flute of elder green,And notched it well and true,Then pursed his lips and puffed his cheeksAnd merrily ...
I'm back down in ole Georgy w'ere de sun is shinin' hot,W'ere de cawn it is a-tasslin', gittin' ready fu' ...
Sewn with gold is your sable-black jerkin of velvet,Loud your hum as you boldly fly into my room.Why, O bumblebee, drone ...
"THIS realm is sacred to the silent past; Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare Of dust and dreams; ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
138Pigmy seraphs-gone astray-Velvet people from Vevay-Balles from some lost summer day-Bees exclusive Coterie-Paris could not lay the foldBelted down with ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
Like a drunken dancer trying to catch a mate rejected by those on the sidelines moving from place to place ...
Like a drunk who had a bit too much or maybe the dance of the scarecrow the uncut scenes of ...
Rolling in the pollen, gathering the nectar a bumblebee at work, on the job capturing in my viewfinder, discovered again ...
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- Velvet people from Vevay -- Balles from some lost summer day -- Bees exclusive ...
Some things that fly there be -- Birds -- Hours -- the Bumblebee -- Of these no Elegy. Some things ...
After a long muggy hanging day the raindrops started so sparse the bumblebee flew between them home (A. R. Ammons)
You better not fool with a Bumblebee! -- Ef you don't think they can sting -- you'll see! They're lazy ...
She has one good bumblebee which she leads about town on a leash of clover. It's as big as a ...
She has one good bumblebee which she leads about town on a leash of clover. It's as big as a ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
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