The Garden Of The Sea. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
IN other lands we welcomed thee from out the drifting snow,With yule-log blazing on the hearth, beneath the mistletoe,The hoarse ...
The wind that through the forest blows May scatter leaves and blossoms wide. The parent tree but ...
Those paths I brushed With the feet of a child - where have they gone? They roll down as tears ...
Eye standing up eye lying down eye sittingWhy wander about between two hedges made of stair-rails while the ladders become ...
All things rejoice this month of MayExcept, alas, it seems, for me!Who have not him with me todayI once had, ...
Metallic waves of people jarThrough crackling green toward the barWhere on the tables chattering-whiteThe sharp drinks quarrel with the light.Those ...
I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud About thee,as wild vines, about a tree, Put out ...
PAST the town's clamour is a garden full Of loneness and old greenery; at noon When birds are hush'd, save ...
a. Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so ...
Slowly, over the course of the week the house of place of memory of Christmas cheer, of garland and glow, ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Said a monkey unto me: "How I'm glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something ...
Some poets sing of scenery; Some to fair maids make sonnets sweet. A fig for love and greenery, Be mine ...
In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields ...
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