Spires of the fireweed.. (Ian Emberson Poem)
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
There were only a few of them In all the earth Each one thought he was alone They sang, they ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone ...
Across the sea, along the shore, In numbers more and ever more, From lonely hut and busy town, The valley ...
Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
What, younger, felt was possible, now knows is not - but still not chanted enough - Walked by the sea, ...
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
I did not delight in love so much as in a kiss like linnets' wings, the flutterings of a pulse ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
This evening and part of the night I sank again into the dense sea where we beings and things float. ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
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