Grocyn At Oxford (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
WHERE do we hide when the year is old, When the days are short and the nights are cold? Where? ...
'There's a deal o' ports,' said Murphy, 'an' I guess I've sampled most,Round about the Gulf o' Guinea, and up ...
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in ...
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter.(Amy Lowell)
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure." And ...
A radio show crackling in the car talking about specimen days days to remember, to treasure But they have it ...
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk underbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpile sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep backdoor flagstone bulkhead buttermilk ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
THIS handful of grass, brown, says little. This quarter mile field of it, waving seeds ripening in the sun, is ...
The firefly's flame Is something for which science has no name I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around ...
Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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