A Faith On Trial (George Meredith Poems)
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
I cannot hold my peace, John Keats; There never was a spring like this; It is an echo, that repeats ...
Beautiful Florida! land of the flowers,Home of the mocking bird, saucy and bold,Sweet are the roses that perfume thy bowers,And ...
The rich may pay for orchids rare, but, Oh the apple treeFlings out its blossoms to the world for every ...
They say I am a shy, wild thing, That seeks the wild bush glade.Quick to be gone on whirring wing, ...
To dreamy languors and the violet mistOf early Spring, the deep sequestered valeGives first her paling-blue Miamimist,Where blithely pours the ...
Not in the ancient abbey,Nor in the city ground,Not in the lonely mountains,Nor in the blue profound,Lay him to rest ...
Sunrise tumbling in like a surf,A foam of petals, curling thousands, lightly crumblingAway into light.Waking to this, how could the ...
She's stopped in her southern tracks Brought haply to this hard knock When she shoots from the tall spruce And ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
A walk in spring to calm interview nerves smell of dogwood a burst of soft color, if pastels can burst, ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Alone now in a strange country, feeling myself a stranger, On this bright festival day I doubly pine for my ...
It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly ...
I am stretched out under the lean-to Of an old tobacco-shed On a farm in North Carolina. A cardinal sings ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
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