The Curlew Song (Henry Kendall Poems)
The viewless blast flies moaning past,Away to the forest trees,Where giant pines and leafless vinesBend 'neath the wandering breeze!From ferny ...
The viewless blast flies moaning past,Away to the forest trees,Where giant pines and leafless vinesBend 'neath the wandering breeze!From ferny ...
IF all those tumbling babes of heaven,Plump cherubim with blown cheeks,Could vault in these warm skies, or leavenOur starry silent ...
a flowering garden,in Vienna, could there reallyhave been such a placea peaceful afternoon, the end of summera few red hollyhocks, ...
YOU go down shade to the river, where naked men sit on flat brown rocks, to watch the ferry, in ...
CLIMBING through the January snow, into the Lobo canyonDark grow the spruce-trees, blue is the balsam, water sounds still unfrozen, ...
The sun peers o'er yon wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down ...
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