Stoke Charity – A Hampshire Placename (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Of all the names of ford and town,Hamlet and bridge and furzy down.That makes sweet music to the earBy troutful ...
Of all the names of ford and town,Hamlet and bridge and furzy down.That makes sweet music to the earBy troutful ...
As I went down by London Bridge(And I not long on land),I met a lad from the North Country,And gripped ...
One of us in the compartment staresOut of his window the whole day longWith attentive mein, as if he knows,There ...
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,The meadow creeps implacable and still;A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.One ...
SAY did the scent of flesh thy feet allure, Gaunt wolf? — go back, no prey for thee is here:Track ...
To breath his hounds while mighty Charles prepares To hunt and course the ...
HORNS to bulls wise Nature lends;Horses she with hoofs defends;Hares with nimble feet relieves;Dreadful teeth to lions gives;Fishes learn through ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
THE MAIDEN. I'VE seen him before me! What rapture steals o'er me! Oh heavenly sight! He's coming to meet me; ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Bonnie Clara, will you go to the bonnie Sidlaw hills And pu' the blooming heather, and drink from their rills? ...
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light, Thou seemest most charming to my sight; As I gaze upon thee in the ...
After the kill, there is the feast. And toward the end, when the dancing subsides and the young have sneaked ...
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