Love’s Palace (Arthur Maquarie Poems)
IF the woodland and the heath, And the hedgerows thick with may, And the weed-flowers underneath, And the clambering honey-sheath, ...
IF the woodland and the heath, And the hedgerows thick with may, And the weed-flowers underneath, And the clambering honey-sheath, ...
There's a stretcher coming down there lads,stand back and give them room,We move close to the edge of the muddy ...
From what sad star I know not, but I found Myself new-born below the coppice rail, ...
Where the cocoa and cactus are neighbors, Where the fig and the fir tree are one; Where the brave corn ...
A dinner party, coffee, tea,Sandwich, or supper, all may beIn their way pleasant. But to meNot one of these deserves ...
A dinner party, coffee, tea,Sandwich, or supper, all may beIn their way pleasant. But to meNot one of these deserves ...
Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old. Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay, ...
CLAMBERING up the rocky bank, Briers and honeysuckles fling Greenest branches unto air Fragrant in the early spring: Streams let ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
you know how it is with the room the door is frequently locked as i pass a white sigh is ...
Once a man clambering to the housetops Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres; ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
IA STORM of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. IIRed roses running upward, Clambering ...
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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