Bedfordshire Ballad – IV (E W Bowling Poems)
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
I.HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play, Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers ...
Come forth, and bring with thee a mind That rises to the poet's mood;And leave the village far behind, And ...
I.WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours The blind man sought thy love to gain, They said thy cheek was bright ...
AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we ...
In such a Night, when every louder WindIs to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;And only gentle Zephyr fans his Wings, ...
O SAY, if into sudden storm Some future cloud we may not shunShould burst, and Love's bright world deform, ...
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string, Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some ...
I like to get to thinking of the old days that are gone,When there were joys that never more the ...
HIGHWAY and lane lie parched and white;Foliage droops in the burning light ;Leaves are silent and meres like glass ;King-cups ...
Each day I see the long ships coming into port and the people crowding to their rail, glad of the ...
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
I cannot tell thee, Sweet, what tenderness Flows from my heart, through chequered hopes and fears-- What mournful gladness and ...
I wonder, Darling, if there does not wear Something from love with love's so daily use; If in the sweetness ...
How's the wind, Skipper?"It's nobbut a leet air;If it doan't freshenYou'd like to cuss?Well, a fluky windWean't shift for us."How's ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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