Poems about crickley (5 Poems)

So the last poem is laid flat in its place,And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my faceElizabethans and night-working ...

Larches are most fitting small red hillsThat rise like swollen antheaps likeablyAnd modest before big things like near MalvernOr Cotswold's ...

Leckhampton chimney has fallen downThe birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,The cliffs have changed, ...

Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,And the earth ...

What evil coil of Fate has fastened meWho cannot move to sight, whose bread is sight,And in nothing has more ...

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