My Choice (Jared Barhite Poems)
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
To Arthur Galton OVER, the four long years! And now there rings One voice of freedom and regret: Farewell! Now old remembrance sorrows, ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,Walled round with rocks ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor That whined in a coign of the dark; And the fiends were aroused ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces,Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs,The yellow lights went climbing towards ...
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
"THE BLACKCAPS pipe among the reeds, And there 'll be rain to follow; There is a murmur as of ...
THE blackcaps pipe among the reeds,And there'11 be rain to follow;There is a murmur as of windIn every coign and ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
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