Would I were As Free As My Dreams (August Graf von Platen Poems)
Would I were free as are my dreams, Sequestered from the garish crowd To glide by banks of quiet ...
Would I were free as are my dreams, Sequestered from the garish crowd To glide by banks of quiet ...
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known —Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers,Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers —And all ...
316The Wind didn't come from the Orchard-today-Further than that-Nor stop to play with the Hay-Nor joggle a Hat-He's a transitive ...
I saw the mowers swingingTheir scythes in the English hay . . . What swathes of dead are lyingIn fields ...
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
It would have been love, I am sure of it, and I held her hand torn between concern and pride ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light The Nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the Summer-night, Her matchless ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known -- Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers, Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers ...
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