September (George Arnold Poems)
Sweet is the voice that callsFrom babbling waterfallsIn meadows where the downy seeds are flying;And soft the breezes blowAnd eddying ...
Sweet is the voice that callsFrom babbling waterfallsIn meadows where the downy seeds are flying;And soft the breezes blowAnd eddying ...
O Lord, I cannot but believeThe birds do sing thy praises then, when they sing to one another,And they are ...
He will not sing his loudest song, This poet full of love and mirth,Until the shadows which belong To night ...
AND I would seek the country town Amid green meadows nestled down If I could only find the way Back ...
I SIT aside thi Croodle BeckWatchin' its waiters flow,At t' bend wheer t' willows 'at thoo luvedStand weepin' in a ...
Sakal bun (or Saghan bhun) phool rahi sarson,Sakal bun phool rahi.....Umbva phutay, tesu phulay, koyal bolay daar daar,Aur gori karat ...
A box of glazed sour fruit compact, My narrow room. And oh the grime of lodging rooms This side the ...
IFleck of sky you are,Dropped through branches dark,O my little one, mine!Promise of the star,Outpour of the lark;Beam and song ...
An early cricket chirps,then pauses;the dying lamp guttersthen flares again.Outside my windowI know it is raining--the leaves of the bananafirst ...
An early cricket chirps,then pauses;the dying lamp guttersthen flares again.Outside my windowI know it is raining--the leaves of the bananafirst ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive. From miles around, the autos drive. The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. The ...
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