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, ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
WHAT is a Church?--Let Truth and Reason speak,They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;From Christian folds, the one selected ...
For one short week I leave, with anxious heart,Source of my filial cares, the Full of Days,Lur'd by the promise ...
Thou thing of years departed! What ages have gone by,Since here the mournful seal was set By love and agony! ...
GO , artless records of a life obscure,Memorials dear of loves and friendships past,Of blameless minds from strife and envy ...
'Tis a glorious thing to visit lands where empire lived of yore,To tread upon the Assyrian plain, the Greek and ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Not for the barbeques the day off from work the yard work, the beach the time to goof off Because ...
Instant monuments makeshift memorials of senseless tragedies all across America flowers, stuffed animals, candles, messages of instant grief sudden shock ...
Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life's sorrow ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus' height look ...
OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead; And I dream'd I went where ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
TEN minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Dust is Blowing Blood is Flowing Dead are Worming U.N. are Groaning French are Moaning Bush Gets Going Protestors are ...
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