In July (Cale Young Rice Poems)
This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where ...
This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where ...
Five ricks in a rowStand in my father's field, I know,Five ricks beside the hedgeThat marks the long field's topmost ...
From what sad star I know not, but I found Myself new-born below the coppice rail, ...
With the flying scud, with the birds on the wing, We wandered out at the close of day; Our faint ...
There I halted. Further down the hollowStood the township, where my errand lay.Firm my purpose, till a voice cried ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
When gorse-pods are popping And heather's in bloomAnd nuts begin dropping In coppice and cwm,Then down through the valleysThat echoed ...
SPIK'D reed and golden Iris bending over Low-running streams, and that small pleading flower We none of us forget, with ...
I On Caragh lake the evening light Is violet and amethyst, And the dark shadows of the pines ...
As clear on my mind are graven As the carving upon a shield The poppies at Monasteraven, And ...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you ...
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: to her I send the coffin of lightest ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
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