The Three Singers To Young Blood (George Meredith Poems)
Carols nature, counsel men.Different notes as rook from wrenHear we when our steps begin,And the choice is cast within,Where a ...
Carols nature, counsel men.Different notes as rook from wrenHear we when our steps begin,And the choice is cast within,Where a ...
She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs; ...
Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers lost -- See how the mocking mirages play!Men who have ventured and paid ...
These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. CrowsCaw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow ...
There is the caw of a crow,And the hesitant song of a thrush.There is the tinkle of a cowbell far ...
CrowI detest the Carrion Crow!(He's a raven, don't you know?) He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,And his sanctimonious ...
SOFT-LITTERED is the new-year's lambing-fold, And in the hollowed haystack at its side The shepherd lies o' nights now, wakeful-eyed ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind." Says she: "You are right, ...
LET the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
WHAT was the name you called me?- And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caw on ...
There's nothing here sublime, But just a roving rhyme, Run off to pass the time, With nought titanic in. The ...
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
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