At the Wars (Robert Nichols Poems)
Now that I am ta'en awayAnd may not see another dayWhat is it to my eye appears?What sound rings in ...
Now that I am ta'en awayAnd may not see another dayWhat is it to my eye appears?What sound rings in ...
After you've learned to walk,Tell one thing from another,Your first care as a childIs to get used to your name.What ...
IT hardly seems that he is dead, So strange it is that we are here Beneath this great blue shell of sky With ...
"Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps byHer nestling young that in the elderns lie,And then the bluecap tootles ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
_FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE_1887. . . _Sunt hic sua praemia laudi_,_Sunt lacrimae rerum_ . . . As when the ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
Young Robin from the field in the deep shadow runs, Singing boy, pretty maid tossing the hay, he shuns, Light ...
I had loved the pretty birds that by my window sung-The gentle thrush that had his nest the perfumed pines ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enoughIn Froxfield to pick all the blackberriesOut of the hedges of Green ...
if only for ten minutesafter the mass feeding of schoolchildrenafter the careful inanity of the staffat low tidethis was the ...
BIRDS in the green of my gardenBlackbirds and throstle and wren,Wet your dear wings in the tears that are Spring'sAnd ...
Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, I know that David's with me here again. All that is ...
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those ...
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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