Health (Edward Thomas Poems)
Four miles at a leap, over the dark hollow land,To the frosted steep of the down and its junipers black,Travels ...
Four miles at a leap, over the dark hollow land,To the frosted steep of the down and its junipers black,Travels ...
DEEM not thy labours or thy sufferings hard; The weary traveller makes a tuneless bard. Wouldst thou to raise and ...
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday, And even as in ...
The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the ...
The hill is like night against the clear sky.Your head framed against it, barely moving,and moving with the sky. You ...
The single eye, the daughter of the light;Well pleased to recognise in lowliest shadeSome glimmer of its parent beam, and ...
"LIKE to a coin, passing from hand to hand, Are common memories, and day by day The sharpness of their ...
Scarce has the fever so chilly of Gallomania departed,When a more burning attack in Grecomania breaks out.Greekism,—what did it mean?—'Twas ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Two words there are, both short, of beauty rare, Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame, But which ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Scarce has the fever so chilly of Gallomania departed, When a more burning attack in Grecomania breaks out. Greekism,--what did ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For ...
She has not yet been born: she is music and word, and therefore the untorn, fabric of what is stirred. ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
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