A Discourse (Ralph Birchensha Poems)
Wonder to men, worlds glorie, mightie Lord,Earths monarch, Prince of thrones & powers all,Peerlesse for praise, famous in factes and ...
Wonder to men, worlds glorie, mightie Lord,Earths monarch, Prince of thrones & powers all,Peerlesse for praise, famous in factes and ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower,like a buttercupupon its branching stem-save that it's green and wooden-I come, my sweet,to sing to ...
Supper removed, the mother sits,And tells her tales by starts and fits.Not willing to lose time or toil,She knits or ...
This now, the very latest of my toils,Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must ISing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but ...
GALLUSThis now, the very latest of my toils,Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must ISing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but ...
There is a path that leads Through purple iron-weeds, By button-bush and mallow Along a creek; A path that wildflowers hallow, That wild birds seek; Roofed ...
There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, There 's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,Where we met, my love and ...
Noera, when sad FallHas grayed the fallow;Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawlIn pool and shallow;When, by the woodside, tallStands sere the mallow.Noera, ...
They lean their faces to me through Green windows of the woods;Their white throats sweet with honey-dew Beneath low leafy hoods--No dream ...
Elves of the hollow and the dewpond still,Take pity! Gather for me dew as chillAs ice, and glittering-pure as early ...
Good-bye to tree and tower,To meadow, stream, and hill,Beneath the white clouds marshalled closeAt the wind's will.Good-bye to the gay ...
In the hot sunshine at the end of summerthe little towns, in mallow to their roofs,with lindens growing up to ...
The stormDuring half-dayHas broken the stem of mallow.(Masaoka Shiki)
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
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