In The White Giant’s Thigh (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding thro' the forest green, Barred with shadow and with sunshine, Misty ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
I niver heerd its name; we call it just "Our beck." Mebbe, there's bigger streams down Ripon way; ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
In such a Night, when every louder WindIs to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;And only gentle Zephyr fans his Wings, ...
A song I sing o' t' Yorkshire dales, That Winnd frae t' moors to t' sea; Frae t' ...
Wind from the eastward whose breath goes seaward surely Over the cold grey rollers that hold me apart,Would I ...
Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca, I'm fain to see thee here, A Devon lass to fill my glass ...
The moonlight flutters from the sky To meet her at the door,A little ghost, whose steps have passed Across the ...
Of all the winsome damsels, that my eyes have ever seen,There is one, for whom my breast heaves constant sighs:She ...
WINDS that fanning close and byre Scarce the fading leafage stir;Scarlet berries on the briar, Each a rose's sepulchre.Crimson ...
The creek went down with a broken song, 'Neath the sheoaks high; The waters carried the song along, And the ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
So shall this book wax like unto a well, Fairy with mirrored flowers about the brim, Or like some tarn ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
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