The Little House (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gayAnd the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on ...
IT should be yours, if I could build The quaint old dwelling I desire, With books and pictures bravely filled ...
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,And looking back we smile to see life's bright red ...
As I sit at my desk by the window, when the garden with dew is wet,On the morning incense rises ...
Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know The Spring is rioting this hour, though ...
Go, while the summer suns are bright,Take at large thy wandering flight,Go, and load thy tiny feetWith every rich and ...
MY hollyhocks are all awake, And not a single rose is lost; My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake, ...
AND I would seek the country town Amid green meadows nestled down If I could only find the way Back ...
IThere was never winter, summer only: roses,Pink and white and red,Shining down the warm rich garden closes;Quiet trees and lawns ...
Bring to me white roses, roses, pinks, and lavender, Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies mauve and red, Bee-flowers and mignonette, ...
Red may and white may shineAll round the lawn,Lilac and golden-rainShow there at dawn:There the big chestnuts standIn a great ...
In little Annie's garden Grew all sorts of posies;There were pinks, and mignonette, And tulips, and roses.Sweet peas, and morning ...
A simple nosegay! Was that much to ask? (Winter still nagged, with scarce a bud yet showing.) He loved her ...
Pulled from a life some leaves in evergreen Or dressed like fragrant crinoline draped Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Oh, have you forgotten those afternoons With riot of roses and amber skies, When we thrilled to the joy of ...
Surely the flowers of a hundred springs Are simply the souls of beautiful things! The poppies aflame with gold and ...
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