The Blue Heron (Maurice Thompson Poems)
Where water-grass grows overgreenOn damp cool flats by gentle streams,Still as a ghost and sad of mien,With half-closed eyes the ...
Where water-grass grows overgreenOn damp cool flats by gentle streams,Still as a ghost and sad of mien,With half-closed eyes the ...
Across the hills and down the narrow ways, And up the valley where the free winds sweep, The earth is folded in ...
O ROSE of May, I could not praiseYour beauty in a fairer phrase,Unless poor mortal lips might chooseSuch utterance as ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow.Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,Thy tears themselves ...
Eawr Johnny gi's his mind to books; Eawr Abram studies plants,-He caps the dule for moss an' ferns, ...
Now Spring returns with leaf and blade,Some seek the garden, some the glade;And all to Nature turn, but ITo the ...
Men of the older, gentler soil,Loving the things that their fathers wrought--Worn old fields of their father's toil,Scarred old hills ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress playsIn aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching ...
Should our future turn out otherwise, Than we with our young eyes today expect, If we must bear our heavy ...
The blast skimsover the stringof takeoff lightsandrelinquishingplace and timelofts toseparation:the plume, rosesliver, growsacross thehigh-lit eveningsky: by thisMays Landing creekshot pinecones,skinned ...
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
There are two Mays And then a Must And after that a Shall. How infinite the compromise That indicates I ...
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder ...
So vast the tide of Love within me surging, It overflows like some stupendous sea, The confines of the Present ...
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy. Proputty, proputty, ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I'll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No ...
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