Seed-Time (George Meredith Poems)
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
Mothers, out of the mother-heart, Fashion a song both soft and low,Always the same dear mother art, Rocking the baby ...
A sturdy fellow, with a sunburnt face,And thews and sinews of a giant mould;A genial mind, that harboured nothing base,-A ...
SAID the Lion to the Lioness-'When you are amber dust,-No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun(No ...
We buried of our dead the dearest one-Said to each other, 'Here then let him lie,And they may find their ...
"THREE horsemen galloped the dusty way While sun and moon were both in the sky; An old crone crouched ...
An old woman grabshold of your sleeveand tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin.She says she will take youto ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I can't ridge it back again from char. Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores and shattered glass ...
I When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi" Brought ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
The witch that came (the withered hag) To wash the steps with pail and rag, Was once the beauty Abishag, ...
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
'She will change,' I cried. 'Into a withered crone.' The heart in my side, That so still had lain, In ...
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
Before the florid portico I watched the gamblers come and go, While by me on a bench there sat A ...
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we ...
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
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