The Fall of Needwood (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
"Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked ...
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend, Be with me travelling on the byeway now ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And ...
SUMMER in all! deep summer in the pines,And summer in the music on the sands,And summer where the sea-flowers rise ...
A cottage small be mine, with porch Enwreathed with ivy green,And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells, 'Mid brown old wattles ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o'er the sky ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
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