July (George Meredith Poems)
I Blue July, bright July, Month of storms and gorgeous blue; Violet lightnings o'er thy sky, Heavy falls of drenching ...
I Blue July, bright July, Month of storms and gorgeous blue; Violet lightnings o'er thy sky, Heavy falls of drenching ...
The daisy now is out upon the green; And in the grassy lanes The child of April rains, The sweet ...
The crested heron flies over the lake,Lower and lower falling with down stretched legsSlanting to the waiting water; she touches,And ...
THROUGH spring-time walks, which flowers perfum'd, I chas'd a wild capricious fair, Where hyacinths and jonquils bloom'd, Chanting gay sonnets ...
The Master of the Garden said;"Who, now the Earth seems cold and dead,Will by his fearless witnessingHold men's ...
When I was little and goodI walked in the dappled woodWhere light white windflowers grew,And hyacinths heavy and blue.The windflowers ...
When springtime comes to Monaree I know How the blue hyacinths blow, And how the daffodil lights its golden glow. ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
Daffodils, crocuses, hyacinths green shorts up through the peaty wet mulch, the still-white snow of March; the warming sun drawing ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
The Alexandrians were gathered to see Cleopatra's children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born "ART"-parrot word-replaced by DADA, PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief The ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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