The Ghost of Ribblesdale Place, Preston (Phoebe Hesketh Poems)
Where are they gonewho lived in the street where I was born?After the vans moved outdevelopers, accountants, insurance brokersmoved in ...
Where are they gonewho lived in the street where I was born?After the vans moved outdevelopers, accountants, insurance brokersmoved in ...
The roses mourn for her who sleeps Within the tomb; For her each lily-flower weeps Dew and perfume. In each neglected flower-bed Each blossom droops ...
WHERE art thou coming, Springtime sweet?Thou com'st in vain, O Spring!I No one is left to wait for thee,No one ...
I AM a very little girl, I think that I've turned two;And if you'd like to know my name I'd like to ...
He is not John the gardener,And yet the whole day longEmploys himself most usefully,The flower-beds among.He is not Tom the ...
I have travelled in many countries, hard to travel in,And got no result;Giving up pride of birth and position,I have ...
Powdered and perfumed the full beeWinged heavily across the clover,And where the hills were dim with dew,Purple and blue the ...
To the grave they bore him sleeping, Him the aged, genial gardener;Now the children gifts are heaping From the flower-bed ...
I think of Mother when I seetall chestnut candles on a tree,my Mother always kept a light,for us when we ...
Like the marigolds, the flowers before them His cross shining round the clock, offering his light, ever present, to the ...
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