The Old Swimmer (Christopher Morley Poems)
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me ...
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me ...
If it were only still!—With far away the shrillCrying of a cock;Or the shaken bellFrom a cow's throatMoving through the ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel ...
You are my dream Of the East You are my life In the West Fused in one You begin my ...
When Westwell Downes I gan to tread, Where cleanely wynds the greene did sweepe, Methought a landskipp there was spread, ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
Bonnie Clara, will you go to the bonnie Sidlaw hills And pu' the blooming heather, and drink from their rills? ...
If it were only still!- With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a ...
The shrink says, "Everything depends on how many stuffed animals you had as a boy," and my mother tells me ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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