Lake Leman (Harold Monro Poems)
It is the sacred hour: above the far Low emerald hills that northward fold, Calmly, upon the blue the evening star Floats, wreathed ...
It is the sacred hour: above the far Low emerald hills that northward fold, Calmly, upon the blue the evening star Floats, wreathed ...
This world was made of fragments Each separate from the other, Yet in such close relation As to indicate a brother. Each atom of ...
In the bright dreams of early youth, I strung my lyre, and waked a strain,In praise of friendship, love and truth, Without ...
In our unreason and unrest,How little know we what is best! How little can explore the deepWhence emanates our weal and ...
Hooray, the echo will resound throughout the wide square,When a sincere drunkard's song emanates from my throat;Tonight I'll be lapping ...
To come in touch with mysteries Of beauty idealizing Earth, Go seek the hills, grown old with trees, The old hills wise with ...
YOURSELF most composite,Chequered with day and night,What secret thing are you? -Behold that sky of blue:All that you hear and ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
Wild are my ways, wilder than you think You will find me standing a little left of frame You will ...
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