[Month of] June (Hilaire Belloc Poems)
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.The last of sunset fades ...
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.The last of sunset fades ...
O why are there eyes like these,That sparkle and dapple and tease,So wide with the morning, so deep with the ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
There was a knight was drunk with wine,A riding along the way, sir;And there he met with a lady fine,Among ...
You, General Cao Ba, descendant of Cao Cao,now live as a peasant, a cold-door commoner.Your ancestor's heroic age ...
Once the heavens' gabled door Opened: down a stabled floor, Down the thunders, something galloped far and wide, Glancing far ...
Before my window, in days of winter hoarHuddled a mournful wood:Smooth pillars of beech, domed chestnut, sycamore,In stony sleep they ...
What are the heaths and hills to me? I'm a-longing for the sea! What are the ...
The full September moon sheds floods of light,And all the bayou's face is gemmed with starsSave where are dropped fantastic ...
She saw on the far bank a golden apple, A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so ...
Would God I were the tender apple blossomThat floats and falls from off the twisted boughTo lie and faint within ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, ... stupendous Evening strains to be tíme's vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night. ...
Perch on their water perch hung in the clear Bann River Near the clay bank in alder dapple and waver, ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north, I have nothing to say except that it dapples my ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
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