My Treasure (Arthur Weir Poems)
What do you gather? the maiden said, Shaking her sunlit curls at me--"See, these flowers I plucked are dead, ...
What do you gather? the maiden said, Shaking her sunlit curls at me--"See, these flowers I plucked are dead, ...
It's blowing up squally, it's piping like hell,And the packet she rolls till she tinkles her bell;Oh, I hope it ...
Beg your pardon, old fellow! I thinkI was dreaming just now when you spoke.The fact is, the musical clinkOf the ...
Not his the lifelong loud renown, The head with weight of years grown gray: But his a gallant ...
Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,the past week's stars all frozen in flight,Head over heels the skater's club goes,clinking its ...
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his ...
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his ...
Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
The red-capped Cock-Man has just announced morning; The Keeper of the Robes brings Jade-Cloud Furs; Heaven's nine doors reveal the ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
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