The Ground Thrush (C J Dennis Poems)
I'm a business man; and I can't spare time For this fluting and fussing and frilling.The song of my cousin ...
I'm a business man; and I can't spare time For this fluting and fussing and frilling.The song of my cousin ...
Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long --Cheery optimist from choiceBids the feathered world rejoice With ...
Born to the sun and smiling skies, And bird-songs to the morning flung,To joyousness that never dies In ...
"OVER our heads the branches made A canopy of woven shade. The birds about this beechen tent Like deft attendants ...
Ethiopia! They used to say,Fluting at dawn through pure, clear rills of sound,The magpies of that earlier day,Ethiopia! Ethiopia! From ...
Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian,Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, ...
Off the coast of Connemara, Sailor, sailor, what's the hail? "Dip the sail to Saint Macdara-- Dip the ...
The birds' shrill flutingBeats on the pink blind,Pierces the pink blindAt whose edge fumble the sun'sFingers till one obtrudesAnd stirs ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
I Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The birds' shrill fluting Beats on the pink blind, Pierces the pink blind At whose edge fumble the sun's Fingers ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
I must not gaze at them although Your eyes are dawning day; I must not watch you as you go ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
For ever wave, for ever float and shine Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine Wherein I dreamed that ...
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