Angelic Chorus (Eleanor Farjeon Poems)
Birds in the air,Beasts in the byre,Straw for thy bed,Stars for thy fire,Thy body for bread,Thy Blood for the wine,A ...
Birds in the air,Beasts in the byre,Straw for thy bed,Stars for thy fire,Thy body for bread,Thy Blood for the wine,A ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew For she heard a whimper under the ...
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
Lord, I'm grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I've had my fun; And all about, I seem ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
What are we fighting for, We fellows who go to war? fighting for Freedom's sake! (You give me the belly-ache.) ...
Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old To sit so late in your mouldy garden? And I think Conrad knows it well, ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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