Allegro Maestoso (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Spring winds that blowAs over leagues of myrtle-blooms and may;Bevies of spring clouds trooping slow,Like matrons heavy bosomed and aglowWith ...
Spring winds that blowAs over leagues of myrtle-blooms and may;Bevies of spring clouds trooping slow,Like matrons heavy bosomed and aglowWith ...
I SAID, This misery must end:Shall I, that am a man and knowthat sky and wind are yet my friend,sit ...
A GNARLED and massive oak log, shapeless, old,Hewed down of late from yonder hillside gray,Grotesquely curved, across our hearthstone lay;About ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
I said, This misery must end: Shall I, that am a man and know that sky and wind are yet ...
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the ...
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; ...
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those ...
The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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