Honey Harvest (Martin Armstrong Poems)
Late in March, when the days are growing longer And sight of early green Tells of the coming spring and suns grow ...
Late in March, when the days are growing longer And sight of early green Tells of the coming spring and suns grow ...
Troy Town is covered up with weeds,The rabbits and the pismires broodOn broken gold, and shards, and beadsWhere Priam's ancient ...
GRAND-DAD , they say you're old and frail,Your stiffened legs begin to fail:Your staff, no more my pony now,Supports your ...
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they ...
"GIVE me, to bless domestic life,With social ease, secure from strife,(Cries every fellow of a college)A wife, not overstock'd with ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
Lo, I listened to the bleating of the sheep -- Squatters' sheep --And I sat ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
"WHEN winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown-furrowed fields reappearing, The fishermen hauling their ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
74A Lady red-amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off ...
Pedlar's coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don't you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has ...
Success to the Newport Railway, Along the braes of the Silvery Tay, And to Dundee straghtway, Across the Railway Bridge ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
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