Lob (Edward Thomas Poems)
At hawthorn-time in Wiltshire travellingIn search of something chance would never bring,An old man's face, by life and weather cutAnd ...
At hawthorn-time in Wiltshire travellingIn search of something chance would never bring,An old man's face, by life and weather cutAnd ...
And you are the poet, and so you want Something--what is it?--a theme, a fancy?Something or other the Muse won't ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
IT was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a ...
I'm sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance,In a robe even YOU would admire,-- ...
Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.Sae I'll ...
FIRED by applauding Fame's report,AMANTOR sought the dazzling court,Where beauteous dwelt in stately hall,The PRINCESS of the CHRYSTAL ...
One August day I sat beside A caf? window open wide To let the shower-fresh ened air Blow in across ...
Air — "The County Meeting."Ye'er welcome, leddies, ane and a',Ye'er welcome to our County Ha';Sae weel ye look when buskit ...
TO-DAY I've discovered a treasure Tied up with a ribbon of blue; That record of pain and of pleasure, A ...
Emelie, that fayrer was to seeneThan is the lilye on hys stalke grene.....Uprose the sun and uprose Emelie.DOST thou thus ...
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. Truly it would ...
Air — "Airchie M'Vie."Archie's an archer, and a gude shot is he,But tho' he's hit mony, he never hit me;How ...
Tell me, would you rather beChanged by a fairy to the fineYoung orphan heiress Geraldine, Or still be Emily? Consider, ...
Through the open French window the warm sunLights up the polished breakfast-table, laidRound a bowl of crimson roses, for one ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
IT was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
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